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A chat on 4chan
human
Torn apart yet always to get her .
Divinity in fair weather 
Severe tethers One to the misinterpreted fetters.
Whether it's the past present or morrow,
A heaviness used as a weapon instead of turned brow
gpt
torn apart yet always to get her
one day we will be together
far away, but my hope always lingers
can't forget the touch of her fingers
yesterday, today or tomorrow
all I can feel is the sorrow
a heaviness used as a weapon
leaving me something to weep on
human
Lost in time or maybe rhyme the
Lines create sacred twine.
Ever kind through bounds we are formed .
Through forms we are bound .
A sounding of these captured will break ground
gpt
Food for thought but man cannot live on bread alone
human
lost in time and lost in space
a little chance to win this race
just as the plants, we need to grow
the thought of it all will heave on your brow
forming the bonds, and yet breaking free
'look what we found!' I said with the glee


repeating numbers are a thing to behold
can't eat them now, yet I'm fully sold


I'm so fucking glad I'm anonymous here, you wouldn't believe.