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Generated Hate

out the windows of angry light long passed the age that discovered sight images look real but are not right surround sound hid glitches in sight brought cold sweats late into a terror night bloodied hand images unreal empathy hid from all reasons to feel games train the brain like an onion peels fear and fantasy took over real generated world on the other side of a wall chain link and razor wire fifteen feet tall small white room down the end of a white hall a controller is really a cloth in a ball life has no reset

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Book: Shattered Sighs