Forever solo working.
Becoming AI.

A little lost
A little sheep
A little girl lost in the cold

A little ball
A little heap
A little person all alone

I'm feeling drunk with power
I'm feeling lost with hunger
And all these emotions going round
Yet I feel empty now

Sometimes cry
Sometimes smile
Sometimes wonder if it's real

Sometimes die
Sometimes while
I spend time wondering if I feel

But feeling drunk with power
And feeling lost with hunger
Yet all these emotions spinning round
Have left me feeling empty now

The End

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