You’re just a cup and a road, but according to the world’s config file, you are perfect as you are, each measurement of emotion, perceived overreactions and cold, hard logic, acting exactly as it should, moving in concert, along to the pied piper's tune, with the other gears in the room, just as the sun fits within the boundaries of the moon, when stars align you can see it, your mother and father watch, and it's all good, youth and old age, universe two, electric boogaloo, the river flows, the intergalactic federation took root, and even there, you are born, and are perfect too, the heart is older than time, so don’t ever doubt, your parents have always been looking after you, the earth is just a truck stop, seeds take root and flow outwards, reaching for the sun, outside of our vision, lovers and children laugh, gods are born, out there, waiting for you, a home, and a warm welcome...

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