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the poverty of you

In the tapestry of my life, you were the vibrant thread that caught everyone's eye. With your charm and charisma, you wove a web of allure around me, drawing me in with promises of love and admiration. But as I unravelled the layers of your personality, I began to see the cracks beneath the surface, the shadows lurking in the corners of your soul.


You were a master of manipulation, a virtuoso of vanity. Every word that escaped your lips was laced with self-aggrandizement, every action tinged with a sense of entitlement. You revelled in the adulation of others, basking in the glow of their admiration like a moth to a flame.


But beneath the facade of confidence lay a void—a deep-seated insecurity that gnawed at your soul like a hungry beast. You craved validation like a beggar craves alms, seeking affirmation from anyone who would give it, no matter the cost.


(Tool: canva ai image generator | Promt: a female narcissist in poverty)


You were a chameleon, changing your colors to suit the whims of those around you. Your personality was a mosaic of borrowed traits, a patchwork of borrowed identities stitched together in a desperate attempt to mask the emptiness within.


And as I watched you dance on the edge of oblivion, I couldn't help but feel a sense of pity for you. For in your quest for validation, you had become impoverished—a pauper of the soul, bereft of true worth or value.


You were a prisoner of your own vanity, trapped in a cycle of self-absorption and self-deception. And as I looked into your eyes, I saw not a reflection of greatness, but a reflection of emptiness—a void as vast and bottomless as the ocean itself.


And so, as I bid you farewell, I cannot help but feel a sense of relief—a weight lifted from my shoulders, a burden cast aside. For in the end, I have come to realize that the poverty of you is a burden too heavy to bear, a burden I am no longer willing to carry.


And so I leave you now, with nothing but the echo of your own hollow laughter ringing in my ears—a reminder of the emptiness that lies at the heart of your soul, the poverty of you.



 

Authors note:

Hi, my name shall remain a mystery till the end of time, and it's a pleasure to have you read my work. I’m an artist investigating the potential of generative AI to improve writing and readability and in all my works I use a combination of my writing + Chat GPT #fortheplot.


The writing in Black is everything AI generated and the writing in orange is my own


Here's my original writing and the prompt I used for this story


 

Promt: Write a short story with the title "The Poverty Of You". The main character should be describing their relationship with a narcissist while breaking down the faults in their personality until finally reducing their description as a metaphorically impoverished person, hence the title. it should sound deep and complex and a little witty


Other AI image-generated responses


Tool: canva ai image generator | Promt: a narcissist in poverty trying to love



Tool: canva ai image generator | Promt: a female narcissist in poverty trying to love


Software Analysis

Pros

Cons

It has a descriptive understanding of the words mentioned in the promts

Omg the extra legs and hands what's up with that!

I loved how it matched the color pallet to the tone of the prompt. that was pretty sick

Gotta mention the racial preference. I wish it would add some diversity in there unprompted




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