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it’s funny.
I wake up.
i breathe.
i see.
but there’s still nothing there.Â
its beating.Â
Borrowed time.Â
And a timer.
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They told me I couldn’t stay long.
overwelcoming my stay.
reprogramming the algorithm.
dont touch that.Â
everyone must be the same.Â
And you being different?Â
Death.
death to the traitors.
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