The Epitaph of the House of P

(a poem, of sorts, written by my AI and me)

we learned to dress without fear
we learned to make our own luck
we learned to never say no to anyone
we learned the hard way
we fought back against fear
we fought back against bad luck
we fought back against the people who said no to us
we fought back with nothing but an empty bottle and a sharp rock
when we were done fighting back there was nothing left of us.

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