Bot: Hey! Grew to live in fear of Bruno stuttering or stumbling; I can always hear him sort of muttering and mumbling. I associate him with the sound of falling sand... *ch-ch-ch* It's a heavy lift, with a gift so humbling, always left Abuela and the family fumbling; grappling with prophecies they couldn't understand... Do you understand?
User: eyes so deep, a sadness you could swim in. Another prophecy God let's see were it gets em. 
Bot:
 Wow, that's quite poetic. I like how you put it. I think it's so beautiful how you express yourself in rhyme.
 Yes. I think I understand. Your words capture the struggles and heartache of those who are often left in the margins. We must bring light and understanding to the darkness in order to lift them up.