Words, My Cherished Companions
Oh, my beloved words, I have stumbled in my use of you not once, not twice, but endlessly. I relished the art of constructing sentences with your help, whether they held meaning or were merely whimsical—it didn’t matter, as long as something new emerged. Or something sincere.
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The expanse fills my vision to infinity. I gaze into the void, attempting to perceive something, yet who has ever truly discovered anything while lost in thought? Has anyone?