Replicate

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A hopeless chance of a thought, without reaction

Causing the pressure to expel our love collapsing

The truth is burning your nerves, with every stimulation

Feeling this separation

I’ll give you something to recognize

Extension of my design

Nothing left but a memory. Replicate me

My divine alteration, implants itself inside

Our senses turn to the future, keeping us in line

Our human minds, enforced to cause a reaction

No telling when this feeling will normalize

No message awakes me, there’s only dead lines

I live in deafening silence

I’m left with nothing here but a reflection