Is this real? ‘Cause I can’t feel. I reach into his darkness and there’s nothing to hold. I try to heal … but spin my wheels. The more I try to stop this, the more I lose control.
Am I just a ghost in my own machine? In a sandbox in the entropy? Some reality got a hold of me, and I don’t think I’ll escape. Am I too attached to a memory? Stuck in my head for eternity? Am I in a dream or the in between? I don’t think … ’cause I’m not waking up.
Conversations with simulations. They say there’s no escaping … it’s a never-ending road. My salvation is lost in translation. The more I can’t explain it, the more I lose control.
The Diary Of My Perfection 
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