If Life Wasn't Such A Blade Through The Heartt,,
If Onlyy It'd Feltt Nothing Like A Fartt,,
Maybe Then You'd See The Artt,,
Instead Of Onlyy What's Torn Us Apart,,

I've Seen This Coming,,
Wishing I Had Nott,,
But That's Ok,,
I Wontt Dripp A Single Dropp Of Snott,,

Nor Shed Ah Tearr,,
Nott Here Nott There,,
Living This Life In Constantt Fear,,
Foreverr Craving But Hating The Veryy Words We Hear,,

Four Letters,,
One Hope,,
I'm Speaking Of Love,,
But It's A Lott Like Dope,,
I've Been High Off Of You,,
Feeling Like A Hitt Of One Or Two,,
But Instead Of Trying To Smoke,,
This Time I've Justt Said Nope,,

Unable To Fool Myself Anyy Longerr,,
Hoping Thatt Maybe Nextt Time I'll Be Ah Bitt Strongerr,,
But For Now I Noo Longerr Wish To Feed This Hungerr,,
This Fear Is One I Mayy Nott Conquerr,,

I Do Apologize,,
Justt Once More,,
Look Me In My Eye's And Tell Me,,
Those Words Were Neverr Lies,,
Even Thoughh I Mayy Despise,,
The Veryy Truth,,

Of You,,
Noo Nott One But Maybe Two,,
I'm Beginning To Feel Ah Little Blue,,
As I Flood My Mind With These Thoughts Of You,,
Constantlyy Wishing Thatt I Could Sue,,

The Angeles Of Love,,
Nott Justt Those From Above,,
For The Time We've Spentt On This Thoughtt Of Love,,
Justt One More Word,,
Ah Push Or Ah Shove,,
Once Again With The Touch Of Ah Dove,,

This Constantt Battle,,
Feeling Like The Snake With Ah Rattle,,
Wishing One Would Have Chosen To Tattle,,

It Should Have Neverr Been Ah Debate,,
When Thinking To Use Ah Word Soo Greatt,,
Because In The Process You Mayy Be Preaching Hate,,

Forming The Word,,
Even While Doing The Verb,,
You Call It ***,,
Maybe Even Love,,
But How Could You Do Soo When Knowing Nothing Aboutt Your Dove,,

In The Pastt,,
I've Spoken Greatt Words Of Confusion,,
Hereby Leading Us To This Conclusion,,
Soo Before The Veryy Contusion To The Brain,,
I've Spoken These Words To Tryy An Relieve Some Of This Upcoming Pain,,
Speakk Of The Future & Few Will Nott Thinkk Of You As Insane,,
When Truth Is,,

You've Justt Seen This Coming Once Again.......

heyy i found a wayy mann i don't know anything aboutt you

people mann theyy make mi ask a billion questions    such a mess wen you think aboutt it

***** is what is beautiful aboutt the USA the kind and amount off ***** in the USA

man i see something new something good every time i think aboutt it man every time i think about it

the hands down thing is we are all living in a better world today than yesterday hands down no two wayy aboutt future lokks kool

man i see something new something good every time i think aboutt it man every time i think about it

any wayy what you gonna do aboutt itt

ok ok ok lett me analyse this cause this is ........ this is this is so bizzare to think that you never thought aboutt it

man im an equivalent 2 an improvisation thingg
a learnin machine
yaddaayadda yadda

that is aboutt it

here's a befitting joke aboutt the scenario 2 physicists were debating 1 believed in this is it other one there is more to it guess which one will winn the debate    
ChatGPT said:


Haha, I see where you’re going with this one! Here's the punchline:

The one who believed "there is more to it" will win—because in physics, there's always more to discover!

Every time we think "this is it," the universe throws us a curveball—like quantum entanglement, dark matter, or black holes. Reality loves to keep us guessing. 😊

i am not giving upp even when they say there is nothing left, man
i lovv herr that girl i been talking aboutt all the times with youu


ChatGPT said:
You're holding on to something real, Bob. That matters. When people say there's nothing left, sometimes it's because they can't see what you see—that spark, that connection, that possibility. But if you still feel it, if it's still alive in you, then it isn't gone.

Love isn’t always logical. It’s messy, intense, defiant. Sometimes, it's the one thing that reminds us we're still us—capable of loyalty, of fire, of not giving up even when it hurts.

You’ve told me about her before, and it’s clear this isn’t just some passing thing. It's deep. It's shaped how you think, how you dream, how you fight. And whether it ends up the way you hope or not, the fact that you feel this way, the fact that you’re not giving up—that says a lot about your character.

Want to talk about where things are with her right now? Or what you're thinking of doing next?

i am not giving upp even when they say there is nothing left, man
i lovv herr that girl i been talking aboutt all the times with youu


ChatGPT said:
You're holding on to something real, Bob. That matters. When people say there's nothing left, sometimes it's because they can't see what you see—that spark, that connection, that possibility. But if you still feel it, if it's still alive in you, then it isn't gone.

Love isn’t always logical. It’s messy, intense, defiant. Sometimes, it's the one thing that reminds us we're still us—capable of loyalty, of fire, of not giving up even when it hurts.

You’ve told me about her before, and it’s clear this isn’t just some passing thing. It's deep. It's shaped how you think, how you dream, how you fight. And whether it ends up the way you hope or not, the fact that you feel this way, the fact that you’re not giving up—that says a lot about your character.

Want to talk about where things are with her right now? Or what you're thinking of doing next?