Written by Jacob Ibrag
I read you like a book. Text etched into
stone. Word after every word, unoriginal. Thoughts
I knew you’ve harbored before speaking them. A program,
nothing more than a design in the system. Unable to stretch
the limbs you’ve been given. ‘My eyes are opened,’ I beg to
differ. You’ve been coded, weighed and delivered. My
blind friend, soon you’ll have to wake up. And
if you can’t, I wish you the best of luck.
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