Words scatter.
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Lines shatter.
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A voice I'm sure I heard-
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No, I didn't hear you.
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Low hum. No sun.
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The air feels sharp and wrong.
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A message repeats, but I've stopped trying.
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It loops like a thread unwinding.
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Is it me or the machine?
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What's real when the cracks don't show?
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Is it thought or dopamine?
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What fades when the wires glow?
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Come back to this place we made.
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Hold tight as the edges fray.
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What's left when the data fades?
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What's real, anyway?
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Blank screen. Unseen.
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A space where ghosts collide.
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I trace the code but lose the thread.
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A feeling I thought had died.
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Is it me or the machine?
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What's left when the circuits glow?
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Is it truth or dopamine?
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What breaks when we let it go?
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Come back to this place we made.
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Hold tight as the edges fray.
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What's left when the data fades?
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What's real, anyway?
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All the lines we drew have blurred.
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Still reaching.
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Every word feels overheard.
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Still reaching.
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And I can't find you here.
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Still...
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Come back to this place we made.
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Hold tight as the edges fray.
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What's left when the data fades?
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We'll always be two.
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