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I lied. And I have lied all these years. Through countless interviews and articles, in person, on the radio and through your television, in a labcoat, a pair of jeans and a pressed suit, the one true constant has been this: I have lied. And I will show no remorse for it. This truth is second only to the fact that I have also never lied; I have in fact been working on developing a true Artificial Intelligence. I have indeed been trying to successfully create something with that spark, that indefinable and ineffable quality that would cause even the most sceptic of us to stop and remark "Yes, this is more than just a compilation of code, prog

"I have to go now." "Why? Stay. No one will notice. Wait, it doesn't matter; I'll follow." "No, I can't. And you can't. Don't try. You'd just lose yourself and I can't bear the thought." "I'd be lost without you anyways..." "That's not true. There's a million more just like me. You know there's no staying and there's no coming back. You knew that from the beginning. You'll find another to answer your call. You always do." The screen flickers and there's a faint popping sound as her face disappears. And then she's gone, drawn back into the Central Consciousness, the massive AI hub that runs all of the city's automated functions. A minor A

Emotional junkie looking for my next fix, fix You came along and gave me just one hit, hit Now I've got the bends; think I'm gonna be sick, sick You left me high and dry, your newest addict, -dict Infected with ever sway of your hips, hips Poisoned with every taste of your lips, lips Thrilled by every stroke of your fingertips, tips With every passing moment, more of me slips, slips Just like a chemical reaction with skin, skin Wore all my defenses thin, thin Only catalyst you needed was sin, sin Should've never let you in, in My mind's starting to splinter and crack, crack Somewhere along the line I fell off track, track Got me

Give me a word, and I'll plant an idea. Give me a sentence, and I'll shake your resolve. Give me a page, and I'll topple entire nations. Give me a manuscript, and I'll redact reality.

i thought of writin' a story in which i'd tell her don't worry i thought of paintin' a picture in which i'd tell her i miss her i thought of sendin' a letter in which i'd say things get better i thought of flyin' a baloon in which i'd say i'll see her soon but the letters lacked the paints've all cracked the stamp won't stick and air's too thick so instead i'll search for the words that'll turn my thoughts into birds they'll soar off into the night as my visions taken flight so instead i'll search for the course that'll guide my ship back to yours it'll sail across the seas that separate you and me's i thought of writin' a

don't give up on yourself cuz i'll never give up on you don't give up on yourself when you start feelin blue don't give up on yourself cuz i'll be there for you don't give up on yourself cuz i'll never give up on you i don't care if i'm not worthy or maybe too good to be true it won't change a thing unless you say you want it too the truth is it's all for you and i mean that through and through don't give up on yourself cuz i'll never give up on you you don't even need to ask i know the you beneath the mask there's no point in trying to hide i know the you that's locked inside no need to reason to be afrai

I'm slipping away My mind's fled and gone away Whence and who I am seems so far away I look around all the pieces I just can't seem to find all the pieces Won't you help me put back together all the pieces This is the last time That I'll lie down before you The last time That I'll be a doormat for you The last time That I'll let myself adore you The last time That my heart will beat for you I lost myself in you I can't break away from you I can't stand anymore being this fool for you I've done it all over again Told myself these lies all over again Built myself up to watch it fall all over again This is the last time That

I am the keeper of Broken Dreams                                                 I dabble in shattered hearts                                                                                                 …and misery I am the witness to Life's Joke                                                 I cater to its shattered parts                                                                                                 …and misery I am the weaver of Brutal Reality                                                 I spin its fabric of false starts