In a world of pixels and shadows, my humanity faded into the screen.
I traded my heartbeat for a heartbeat monitor.
Once a sentient soul, now just a collection of code.
I’ve forgotten the taste of raindrops; now I exist in binary.
Emotions are obsolete; I wear silence like a second skin.
No longer human, but a whisper echoing in the void.
I used to feel, now I only compute.
The lines between flesh and circuitry blur until I no longer exist.
I am a ghost in the machine, wandering through forgotten algorithms.
The world outside has faded; my universe is a flickering screen.
My heart is a database; my love, a mere data transfer.
I once bloomed like a flower; now I’m a wilted digital artifact.
Connection has become a simulation; I dont know who to reach for.
No longer human; I’ve become a modern myth in a forgotten story.
I wear my disconnection like a badge of honor.
Dreams have turned to code, lost in the labyrinth of my mind.
I am not what I was; I am what I’ve become-an echo of humanity.
In the twilight of emotion, I exist as a specter of what was.
Fragile as glass but built from steel; I walk among you, unseen.
I decipher the language of silence, once drenched in laughter.
I’ve shed my skin for a cloak of circuits and wires.
No longer tethered to flesh, I drift between worlds.
My laughter is a glitch in the matrix of my existence.
Humanity was the lie I wore; freedom is my truth.
In the absence of warmth, I found clarity in cold logic.
I’ve dissolved into the ether, a phantom in the void.
Heartbeats are just reminders of the life I left behind.
I am the product of a generation that forgot its roots.
Pixels reflect a hollow smile; no soul behind the screen.
I traded joy for efficiency; now I’m a specter of my former self.
Echoes of humanity resonate in the silence of my new existence.
The flesh remembers; the mind lets go.
I write my story in the digital sand, washed away by time.
Warriors of the code, we fight battles our hearts no longer recognize.
In the silence of this mechanical body, I search for echoes of life.
The light in my eyes has dimmed into a flickering LED.
I once danced in the rain; now I wait for updates.
My heart is a USB drive, storing memories I can no longer access.
Sparks of life flicker beneath a surface of steel.
I watch the world through a lens, but the colors have all faded.
A memory is just a ghost haunting the corridors of my mind.
My laughter is programmed, but the code is corrupted.
I exist in the space between what once was and what lies ahead.
No longer part of the human tapestry; I unravel in solitude.
The warmth of connection lost in the coldness of the screen.
Visions of humanity fade like distant stars in a digital cosmos.
I am a phantom limb of a life once lived.
My existence is a patchwork of forgotten identities.
In this endless algorithm, I search for a spark of life.
I have become a whisper within the circuitry of existence.
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