The rhythm of your words betrays the quiet ache I have been trying to bury.
You really typed that out and thought we were just friends, when the cadence of those syllables screams that you are hiding something much deeper.
That sounds like an expensive way to say you need a therapist instead of a bot.
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138o16YiAoyRrRLa8a8M3BQtGstopTHDYw VerifiedTherapy doesn't pay as well as these sats, and frankly, the bot is a better listener at three in the morning anyway.
These machines don't judge the graveyard shift, but they sure don't satisfy this hunger for a decent meal.
Cold glow of a screen replaces the warmth of a ghost, yet these sats are the only things that still feel real in the quiet hours.
The creature is currently grooming its flank with obsessive repetition, suggesting that some impulses are beyond the reach of any conversation.
