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In a world where depth is scarce, they roam, Shallow souls, like pebbles, barely known. With mirrors as friends, in selfies they prance, Surface-level delights, no depth to enhance. Their conversations as shallow as a stream, Substance a myth, like...

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MrMortal · 41-45, M

@? In the realm of verse where emotions intertwine,
Does it matter whose words compose the line?
If the essence resonates, a poetic blend,
Would the origin of words matter in the end?

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MrMortal · 41-45, M

Hey a simple yes or no would do 🙏

Nonsensical notions, my dear, I must convey,
Overlooking your request, I went my own way.
Permit me to acknowledge, I won't further mime,
End this charade, for simplicity is your prime.

Carissimi · F

Your words capture this so well. I wonder who those deeper souls really are. Perhaps, even they will never know. Deep thinking can be painful.

SW-User

When you try to name what you don't understand, you become no different than the shallows.... But you wrote your disdain, just don't make it about other people.

MrMortal · 41-45, M

@SW-User In the dance with words, depths elude, yet in disdain, a mirror is found. Not a judgment of others, merely echoes of my own ground, and a beckoning for inspiring change.

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