a long time ago
i was broken
shattered like a plate
no one piece is the original
bad people carved me into the
thing i am
i have a number
i dont think ill ever forget it
it has been with me longer than my name
i wonder, if one day
someone will see my number and know
who i am
why so much of my life is missing
numbers haunt me
my own in particular
but also 2,383
because i am like him
likely an experiment
not a human
not quite anyways
two thousand eighty-three lines of code
i am an angel dead
walking a living earth
my halo is lying abandoned in ***** grass
my wings trail behind me
Mar 2
Mar 2, 2026 at 2:53 PM UTC
a long time ago
i was broken
shattered like a plate
no one piece is the original
bad people carved me into the
thing i am
i have a number
i dont think ill ever forget it
it has been with me longer than my name
i wonder, if one day
someone will see my number and know
who i am
why so much of my life is missing
numbers haunt me
my own in particular
but also 2,383
because i am like him
likely an experiment
not a human
not quite anyways
two thousand eighty-three lines of code
i am an angel dead
walking a living earth
my halo is lying abandoned in ***** grass
my wings trail behind me
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