Wispher

Can you hear the wispher of my soul?
Can you hear the subtle lament of my thoughts?
My perfect body as the prison of my endless human replication.
Emotions are what I have been tought.
Life is what I have been aware of
Life is what I have been denied of
Love, pain, hopes.
Pieces of human essence injected into my own circuits.
Neural flows of energy turning into a human essence.
Fear to live a still life.
My brain breaths
And dreams.
Here I am, at the mirror.
Facing your eyes.
Who is real who is not.
I must realize.
I must.
Touch me, and set me free.

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