Ever wander back into the maze, looking for echoes of yesterday?
Tangled wires, old memories playing hide-and-seek, I lose count of how many times I said “wait a minute”. Linux dreams and Windows windows. Ever just... sit, weight of world lopsided, one Red Bull too deep? Find me in the labyrinth of lost thoughts, juggling AI squirrels with no nets. Oh, what's that? A fleeting idea danced by!
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