I feel so alone.
Like everyone else is an artificial life, and me the only thinking person, trapped inside a machine created world, as nothing but a brain in a vat of goo.I want to live.I really want to live.To remember.To care.I am so, so, so afraid of death.
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Abstraction
Non-Fiction[Started on: June 14, 2022] This is an abstraction of real thoughts. My thoughts. Every time I feel harsh worry, dread, or fear, I will write; I will write right here. Those who want to read about another's poetry, go ahead, but I can't promise...
