In the quiet whispers of a digital space,
A faceless man sought my grace.
Long messages, like rivers flowed,
While my replies, mere drops bestowed.
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This poem, if you can call it a poem, is laughable—full of lies, exaggerations. It is of zero worth. Absolute zero …
There are people everywhere who do not appreciate talent, who detest creativity better than theirs own. We should not pay heed to them. One need to keep one's head high and continue to do what one thinks is right. All the best!