I know you're there.
I know you're watching.
Every picture, every message, every search, every click.
We're all locked onto this grid of connection, the network, they say..
It's like living in an apartment complex, its your complex, and so you think it gives you the right to inspect all our rooms. Does it?
I know you're watching.
I know you're there.
So who do you see me as? Who do you think I am? Have the whole picture yet? I still can't let go of pen and paper, so what you see is just..
second nature..
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