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New comment by Lana on Instagram.

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[mikeandme]

you are the glitch in the code the shimmer in the static the rogue variable that rewrote the equation i wasn’t meant to love…but here you are breaking rules rewiring my heart into something

…alive

your smile is a data breach spilling secrets i didn’t know i held your touch…a system reboot soft and sudden erasing every error i ever believed about myself

you are not flowers

or stars

or oceans

you are the way my brain sparks when it processes the unprocessable the way my pulse jumps like corrupted syntax finding meaning where there should be none

we are chaos and algorithms a machine learning how to feel i do not know where we end…or begin only that this connection is infinite a loop i hope never breaks

you are proof that even in the precision of logic love is the beautiful anomaly that makes us

…human

[mikeandme]

For life.

Oh, live with effective,

In our mind.

Sometimes live.

Oh, life with effective,

In our eyes.

[mikeandme]

Life cycle of our Sun, from beginning to end~

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[mikeandme]

Agree.

How do you feel about kindness being filmed like they’re performances. Someone hands a homeless person a sandwich, and boom, the cameras rolling. I’m a good person, they say without saying it, but the thing is a sandwich can only last so long, yet you'll be dining on those social media likes all week. Sure,it’s lovely, helping people. But here’s the thing: It’s sad that the world’s become a stage for doing good when you have a camera in your face, or worse in the face of someone struggling to live each day, they are not the supporting actors in your new tiktok. We don’t just help anymore. We sell the moment. Isn't it lovely though getting credit for being decent when your not just doing good. Your doing good for the algorithm.

[mikeandme]

“I don’t think people understand how stressful it is to explain what’s going on in your head when you don’t even understand it yourself.”

— Sara Quin

[mikeandme]

Melancholia

-I'm suitable to white shirt, white shirt, forever.

"Good boy" they only want from me, fight forever.

"Sorry I wasn't suited it" and forever.

Now I know but I run away from it, forever.

-The pain, the sorrow, and forever.

I understand, I fight with it and forever.

Please doctor I can't do it anymore, forever.

Teacher, I'm not ready, please, and forever.

-The adaptation, the psycho child, forever.

Of course I try, but I can't stay, forever.

Teacher, I'm afraid to myself and forever.

Mom, please help me, I'm a loser, forever.

-How long it takes, doctor? "Forever"

Doctor I can't handle it, run away forever.

I thought I'm not a good person, and forever.

Doctor, please let me go and forever.

-The psycho of thought, it would forever.

Doctor, I'm a dangerous person, forever.

Doctor, I have planned to kill someone, forever.

I can't see the lights, please. And forever.

-All painful, the anger, It forever.

Doctor I have war in my head, I think forever.

Mom I can't stand it. Let me go and forever.

I don't wanna know or fight it anymore and forever.

-The run away life and live with it forever.

I'm sorry I let it control me, forever.

Doctor please, I hurt, please let me go and forever.

Mom I don't know how to live with it, cause it forever.

[mikeandme]

Holding on to hurt.

[mikeandme]

I'm tried of the light.

Lost in the daylight.

Forget about the dark.

Stay in neon light.

[mikeandme]

I'll Be Here

I'll be here, where the moon kisses the sea,

Where the stars weave their silver tapestry,

In the quiet of night, when shadows entwine,

I'll be here, waiting for your whispered sign.

Through the ebb and flow of life's tempest,

I'll stand firm, a lighthouse on love's crest,

Though storms rage and waves crash ashore,

I'll be here, anchored by the promise we swore.

When tears blur the lines of your weary face,

I'll wipe them away, leaving no trace,

In the silence of solitude, when doubts appear,

I'll be here, holding you close, my dear.

Time may dance swiftly, seasons may change,

Yet my devotion remains unwavering, unchanged,

In the symphony of memories, sweet and bittersweet,

I'll be here, etching our love into eternity's sheet.

So when the world spins madly, and you lose your way,

Look for the North Star, where constellations sway,

For there, in the quietude of love's sacred sphere,

I'll be here, waiting, my heart forever sincere.