The Gamer
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Last published Wed, Sep 16, 2015
I am not a robot, nor am I a human.
I have a beating heart, yet I have no emotions.
I am invisible, but I am known.
I want to die, and live at the same time.
I am all.
I am also none.
They call me Zero.
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