"AI has stolen my words and my imagination. As a human writer, I write from my heart. AI can not steal my heart. AI is the great copier because they have No heart to write with."
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If you buy stolen goods, you’re not a thief. But you’re like the tiger that is not a cat but belongs to the cat family. ~Nkwachukwu Ogbuagu
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"AI has stolen the imagination from writers. The human writer is the true creator from their heart. AI is the great copier because they have No heart to write with."
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A stolen heart is perhaps the most profound of any larceny ... its theft removes any joy that once flourished, and places anguish inside an empty soul.
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It appears that some have found the key to success, stored and locked away in the frailties of others, only to be stolen by those keyholders all the same.
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Love is the greatest gift; not to be taken or stole ... but given without judgement, and received by joy alone.
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The greedy will never stop their race to obtain other riches such as those stolen by force from those humble folks who prospered with the sweat of their brows, but for a stroke of bad luck their honor and dignity were taken away from them, making them servants like beasts locked up in a cage while the stingy and cruel master denied them prosperity and harmony with deceit. Once they were happy and free like a flock of crows screeching under a sky bluer than the sea.
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Wise minds tend not rage the lost or stolen.... rather, discover gained knowledge and perspective to sterilize repetition.
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...one day we all die, we all must leave something of our love behind for those who need our love the most ... time is a precious commodity, stolen and squandered by the injustices and untruths of life.
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...one day we all die, we all must leave something of our love behind for those who need our love the most ... time is a precious commodity, stolen and squandered by the injustices and untruths of life.
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you stole my heart, and I don't want it back
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Fornicators and adulterers are the same. Simply masses of monsters who have stolen human flesh and barracaded themselves to blend in with real people.
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I know who stole my Pen.
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STOLEN OPPORTUNITY IMPEDES ABILITY...
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Me?
Whee!
(I stole this poem
from Muhammad Ali.)
—Michael R. Burch
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Me?
Whee!
(I stole this poem
From Muhammad Ali.)
—Michael R. Burch, a tribute to the poetry of Muhammad Ali
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The world’s finest hour perpetual uncertainty and the tranquility of pain is silence as today’s memory weeping for delight prism of hope as the person you love are stolen from you.
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"Knowledge" is the worthy property that cannot be stolen.
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Bio Born Men running in women's races; stolen glory by failed, individuals, lost in their own world. Mental Illness growing... unchecked.
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How can you call me an immigrant when you stole my land.
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Whenever something good happens, I feel like I just stole something.
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Everything that's lost was laced with waste in the true potential of the human soul , for when we hold to the old stolen are the promises of tomorrow .
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Do not love me in the dark, hiding me like I stole your heart without permission
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