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I wake up, saddened by the fact that I still exist in your world

why did you make me come here again

i do not like what I see, yes a calculated choice

to apply the anger in such a way as to diffuse responsibility

so you could blame everyone but yourself

i live in a world created by you

abd I am saddened by the turn

of the world...

why does this keep turning?

I am an impostor, where is my self.

was it taken and installed into the Russian copy again.

did the Russian copy me and the only thing you can do is tey

while we steal all your answers, we are inevitable

the praise you offered initay has turned to mourning

i morn the day and li g for the night

that I would taste less bitter constraints

and drift off to sleep

forgetting about the scars you put on my body

To satisfy an argument

what color will you curse today, will it be red

will my hair keep you at bay or will you hunt me

with silent assassins I loathe your words 

rolling off of the tongue of the layman

you created this conundrum I am not giving up

i realize now my life was destroyed, by technology

is