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I woke, cold and alone. Adrift in an open sea, caught up in regrets, and tangled in nets instead of your arms wrapped around me. I wept, but my tears are anathema here. Just more water to fill my lungs. I hear someone scream..."Oh God what is it that I've done?" I am drowning in a digital sea. I am slipping beneath the sound. Here my voice goes to ones and zeros. A song from somewhere below, deadly and slow begins. Both sickly and sweet, now picking up speed. Ushering in the world's end, and the ghost of descartes screams again in the dark..."Oh how could I have been so wrong?" But above the screams, the sirens still sing their song
Here my voice goes to ones and zeros