Neo Catch me chock full of hatred. Running on instinct. Lost in this makeshift matrix. Not in sync. I've grown weary. The talk of guns tire me. I'm seeing clear and everything's flowing with green binary. As far as the eye can see. It's time for me. Finally, I've realised the irony of tryna be something less developed than I can be. D0P£.
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