vulnerability, strategy #231A Poem by corai don't want to be helpless i don't want to be functional and gone it's a difficult problem to optimize the best heuristic so far has been a slightly romanticized approach it goes like this: i build my armour, but it's made of flowers it's not as heavy and i'm always ready to pick one and give to you and show you what's inside i still have it in me to fight for it to say that i believe they'll always grow back
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