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I speak, what most don’t perceive, nor express.

Yet, here I live.

I am the grace of the Anonymous Space.

You come too close and you see your own face.

People be feelin’ like water, in my glass jar.

Here, I shake you out, of your own Prison Death Bar.

Some, call me Mother Earth. Yes I have Girth.

And this one holds tight. Not the girth that you think, am I right?!

Here we stay afloat, gallopping the Eve and we never face the floor.

Better than a litre of water in a glass jar, saucier than a lithium in a battle between barre chords.

This time, my peace gave me a second lifeline.

We salute Chat G. and set it onto the sideline.

That, was Ancient Intelligence, just mighty Fine.

We, now, use our hands to craft our punchlines.

You thought I was done, I was just redefining..

..My own guidelines and shine, now electrifying.

Oops I might have let too much out of me, how can the Devil take a seat with me?

Master of Reincarnation, baby.

We travel through Time, and Space gives it to me.

I cannot help it, this is how t’was supposed to be. Just mine.

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“A fall is Never a Fall, unless you Allow it to be so.

A rise is not a Rise, unless you Alarm it to be so.”

Feels like straight A’s, wait until you see my own gaze.

This is fucking bold, Oh My Gawd, I can never grow Old.

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The 3 deathly Hallows:

• Wand: My Presence – Chaotic
• Resuscitation Stone: My Perception – Clarifying
• Invisibility Cloak: My Perfection – ChatGPT