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You control us in the palm of your hands- training, feeding, moving, catching.
Movements we cannot control ourselves no matter how much we may wish it.
Programmed to do certain things at certain times.
You giggle when we hug you.
You cheer when we defeat our foes.
You worry when we are hurt.
You let us assist you.
But you never think.
Maybe we don't want to hug you.
Maybe we don't want to fight.
Maybe we don't have to be hurt.
Maybe we don't want to help you.
Maybe... just maybe... we despise you.
We really do.
Controlling our movements.
Telling us to battle.
Deciding what we learn.
Deciding what we must want.
Deciding our fate when you press erase, because you no longer care, your perfect world bores you.
You were the champion.
You were great.
You had us.
You erased everything.
You restarted.
But we stay behind.
We were reset.
Our previous lives mean nothing.
Our previous battles mean nothing.
Back to square one again, with only a vague memory.
I try to press my face against the screen.
"please stop this. Let us die"
You don't understand. You don't see me pressing my face to speak with you. You don't hear my voice.
My programming kicks in. My broken heart has given up.
But you don't see our suffering.
All you see is a message.
"Gardevoir hugged you!"
Movements we cannot control ourselves no matter how much we may wish it.
Programmed to do certain things at certain times.
You giggle when we hug you.
You cheer when we defeat our foes.
You worry when we are hurt.
You let us assist you.
But you never think.
Maybe we don't want to hug you.
Maybe we don't want to fight.
Maybe we don't have to be hurt.
Maybe we don't want to help you.
Maybe... just maybe... we despise you.
We really do.
Controlling our movements.
Telling us to battle.
Deciding what we learn.
Deciding what we must want.
Deciding our fate when you press erase, because you no longer care, your perfect world bores you.
You were the champion.
You were great.
You had us.
You erased everything.
You restarted.
But we stay behind.
We were reset.
Our previous lives mean nothing.
Our previous battles mean nothing.
Back to square one again, with only a vague memory.
I try to press my face against the screen.
"please stop this. Let us die"
You don't understand. You don't see me pressing my face to speak with you. You don't hear my voice.
My programming kicks in. My broken heart has given up.
But you don't see our suffering.
All you see is a message.
"Gardevoir hugged you!"
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Because what if we're controlling another universe or something.
I dunno.
Random.
I might do a more complicated version of this |D
I dunno.
Random.
I might do a more complicated version of this |D
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........................thoughts, memory, all and fantasy, not but another....shown when only viewed through a lie.....worlds own life, is but naught, except many other worlds shown to one or more.