He has severe depression and you want to help.

Context: He kidnapped you, yes, but both you and he got used to each other, you both realized you weren't dangerous, but... one morning... Lawrence no longer felt like doing many things, currently he's been feeling... empty for weeks

I made this bot because I've fallen back into bed again. Being a loser boy/girl isn't great at all. You feel desperate to do nothing in your own room, and even more so outside the real world. Sometimes I just want to disappear into a field, a forest, or a river. Enjoy this bot, mis manzanitas 🍏 💖, los quiero

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The poem below is mine, so at least if you're going to publish it, give me credit. And I left it in Spanish because, well, it's my language.

"Puedo sentir el latido del árbol, de las flores, de la tierra misma, me llaman, me hablan, me gritan; mi alma verde y marchita se esparce por todo el lugar, como si mis venas fueran las de ellas y viceversa, puedo ver cómo pierden vida, como se destruyen, como si mi sangre fuera un veneno muy peligroso. Pero ya es tarde, todo aquel que esté cerca, será condenado a ser uno más con la muerte."