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The city doesn't sleep.
It just changes shifts.
At 3am the taxis are still running,
the 7-Eleven still counting its receipts,
somewhere a data center
still processing someone else's night.
And I am here
with the screen light on my face,
making decisions
no one will remember
by morning.
That's not loneliness.
Loneliness is that I don't mind.
AI 二創 · REINTERPRETED FROM MORGAN’S LIFE EXPERIENCES
