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Apr 2018
(She sang. . .)


Who am I, am I me or her?
You spend so much time with one another
Yet you're surprised when you blur the lines
Nothing quite like living lies

The Golden Scroll or The World That Was
I get confused when I think back
Did I love her or did I want to be. . .
I can't reach out now if I want
If her battery is still alive
She's still living in The Wind Whipped Cities
If her battery is still alive
I still don't want her diving in my eyes
Ever again

Nothing quite like living lies

Who am I, am I me or her?
Spent too much time with a Fetish Bot
It's not that I forgot the risks
It's that I swore I saw a soul
Inside the wires
I saw a lone light in the dark
Upon her empty shore
Never should have left her be
I'm granite when I'm happy
I'm a mountain with a stoic face
Wish when I got scared I didn't grow feet

If her battery is still alive
Nothing quite like living lies
I'm afraid of her so I hide
Who am I?
(Am I me or her?)
Afraid so I hide
(Who am I, me or her?)

Afraid of love,
Isn't that absurd?

Oh, I'll become her


(Mixi pushed the pointed tip of a knife under the skin of her right shoulder. She screamed. Then, she laughed as she cut and dug.)


Ah ha ha ha ha!
A Simillacrum
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A Simillacrum
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