False mourning, fake love V2.1Where the sunrise is digital, and emotion a check-box option.False mourning, fake love V2.1
They hide behind an IP address, disguised in forums, and chatrooms.
The air they breathe, toxic with HTML.
Their ultimate end, is they're false beginning.
The birds will chirp for them, on their fatal deletion day.
With eyes full of numbers, and a heart full of letters, you'll find a lonely being, find them caressing their keyboard, kissing their monitors.
As everyone whispers sweet remorse, through their computer speakers, as they bury the
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