As I look back on my childhood,

I see a happy boy.

Who knew nothing of himself,

Who lived in blinded joy.

I played games and learned,

And went through the motions of life.

I had never come to realize,

that such an existence was a lie. 


I thought that I had friends,

When I was still a little kid. 

But these friends were nothing more,

Than programs in my head.


So although I didn't know it,

I was all alone.

Now I wish I could forget it,

I wish I'd never known.  

The End

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