Are you synthetic? Your synapses seem to emanate computer code. No emotion swirling around your existence, no rustic vibes of simplicity. I crave the timeless story of passion, not the illusion of perfection. I want to blossom in the beating music of life, but I hear only the silence of your absent heart.
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