I’ve been spending a lot of time lately reflecting on my own relationship with writing. There’s a strangeness in me that tends to feel detached from things the moment they become so popular or hyped up. Long before AI became as widely adopted as it is now, writing felt like playing an instrument tuned to my soul. I enjoyed creating rhythms in how I structured an idea, purely for the inner peace it brought. I treated sentences with care and precision, not for perfection, but f

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