Why do I write?
It's like love.
For me.
Not for you.
Perhaps.
It's for #sentient myself.
Not for robot me.
Cheap over-the-counter love gives me no high.
I've killed for it.
Lived with guilt.
Not boasting.
Not recommending it either.
Given another chance,
it would still be the same.
Perhaps.
And why does this look like a poem.
When it is not.
That's for cheap love.
#vss365
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