compete with me  you gott be $#^#^#^^#^#^%#$&^$&^$^&^$

"Why do you think that?"
"I live my entire life under the assumption that everyone hates me."
"Sounds lonely as hell."
"You have no idea."

Thank you everyone,
thank you for existing.
Let's give thanks,
for all of us existing,
for all of us living,
miracles of living.
Make everything happen,
make the good grow.
It's the best to live,
it's beautiful to exist.
We are all worthy,
no one is left over.
Dance with me,
look in your mirror,
there is beauty there.
Everything is handsome,
look on the bright side,
listen to the positive.
We are all going to dance,
together or separate,
as you wish, just do it.
Make the world,
make your world,
It will be so much better.
We are all,
so much more.
Look at your side,
there is beauty,
Look at your side,
that beautiful side,
your good side,
make love,
love yourself a lot.
Explode with love,
make love, love,
feel the love,
love flourishes.
Always love,
in winter,
in summer,
always,
love.

With cold,
with heat,
always
with love.
Feel,
that love,
in there,
in you,
in everything,
there is love,
and it is good.
Everything flourishes,
intoxicated,
with love in everything,
in you, in everyone,
in me, in you.
Dance, and dance,
forget the fear,
let's all dance,
don't be afraid,
let everything flow,
and you will be super happy.
With love, everything is,
more, more, a volcano,
life is a magma,
for us all to live happily.
Pour love in streams,
love condensed in potions,
don't let them lie to you,
just speak the truth of loving,
love everyone, love yourself,
and everything will be fine,
life is for loving.
To do everything,
to do good for everyone.
to make a happy world,
no one is left over, forget the wars,
and sow love everywhere.
Put your heart to love every revolution.
Love, the heart is never old,
there is always time to love,
that Love with a capital L.
The answer is Love,
don't let yourself lack love.

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The streets are empty
The crowds have taken shelter
A soft chill lands on your skin
Quiet sounds fill the air

Paris in all its majesty
Has fallen asleep

After taking in the Tour Eiffel
The Notre Dame
The seine
The food
The lines
The louvres

I settle into my bed
Unsettled

Paris is sleeping
Yet you are awake
In my mind
On my skin
At the tip of my tongue

I am his
Which sometimes feels so unkind
He is not mine

My mind is full of false leads.
Desires leading to calamity
When they promise only fortune.
My conscience alone discerns them.
My intelligence only brings me images.
These alone do not command movement.

Some desires promise so much
But so much promise disturbs my peace.
Image after image
Anticipation rises like the sun
Setting again when night is nigh.

Anticipation is the mother of boredom
And boredom the mother of anticipation.
Behind such noise, a cry for emancipation.
Why can’t I just be?
Why can’t I simply be content?

There is no act more courageous
No act more indicative of maturity
Then the ability to turn down affection.
To walk away from easy approval.
To notice the inner child, and laugh.

I notice you inside me, oh little one.
I know you crave the forbidden fruit.
I see you regressing to the womb.
But you hinge on a single untruth.
You are a parasite on a sole lie.
That I am truly alone.
And that I refuse to accept.