not friends, not enemies (just strangers with some memories)

not friends, not enemies (just strangers with some memories)

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There was nothing organic about their bond, the Not-Donna noted with a huff, averting her eyes from the Not-Doctor and suddenly finding the window to the vast darkness that engulfed them the most interesting thing in the universe, those were merely echoes of the bond the Doctor (the real one) and Donna shared - however, knowing that did not stop her heart from racing when he looked at her. - or the one where the Doctor and Donna are stuck in the ship in WBY for a little longer than just a day or so, and end up finding out things about themselves through the Not-Things. [ALSO POSTED ON AO3]
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I imagine my eyes look blank As if my brain didn't wake this morning When I opened my lids, lifeless Like painted glass, fixed Like artistic installations on my face The surface impenetrable, distant Emotionless But what people don't recognise Is my hollow eyes is the deception The lie of dilated pupils Misinterpreted as an absence I am not absent I'm just lost in the caves of consideration Deep, wandering the walls of brain matter Pondering at a level too sensitive To open without the words of a poem. --Leanne Rebecca. As a logical minded computer, I find it hard to be creative. My mind relies on numbers and coding, linked to The TARDIS, and formerly, the Matrix. So working out the words to explain me now, as a person who is suddenly left mute and unable to explain how I am still here, just... Wandering, this poem seemed the best option. You've read about how I was lost in time. Now learn how I was Lost In Thought.

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