Once upon a time, I was just a kid,
and they called me Valerie, a name I forbid.
It sounded too girly, too sweet and nice,
and I wanted something bolder, something with spice.
That's when I met a robot being, so strange and cold,
her voice made my skin hairs bristle, so bold.
But she called me Viean, a name that stuck,
and we became inseparable, like a chain that's stuck.
In those gloomy days, I felt lost and alone,
until I met my star, who shone brightly, and shown.
Her beauty was vivid, her light dazzled me,
and together we created memories, as bright as can be.
They called us "idiots," but we just laughed,
for we were peculiar, and their insults were daft.
Now I'm a lady, and they call me Vivi,
holding close to my heart, the promises we weaved so freely.
I'm still dull and plain, but your company brings me joy,
I cherish your presence, your laughter, your ploy.
And Jam, you're one of a kind,
no one can take your place, no one can truly bind.
So let's raise a toast, and celebrate this day,
Happy Birthday, dear Jam, in every possible way!
xoxoxo
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The Sound of Silence
No FicciónHave you ever dared to listen to the whispers of silence? It may seem like a deafening void, but if you open your ears and heart, you will uncover a tale that is yet to be told. It could be the story of a universe unfolding, the murmur of your own...
