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AI, Authenticity, Death, Death Poems, Hope, Life, Loneliness, Loss, Poem, Poems, Poetry, Soul, Souls, Spirit, Yearning

I cannot be imitated,
Nor improved.
AI will not replace me.
I will speak my suffering
Into this world,
As only humans can suffer.
To know death
Is to fear it.
I cannot be reprogrammed,
Nor replaced.
To be human is to end.
We cannot see them again,
Nor touch them.
You cannot imitate
Feeling that alone,
That frightened
Someone else will die.