/Terminate_000
No one can delete the past, but when you can bury it amongst other files it doesn't really matter ... Aside from the fact that you could pull it out again.
/Terminate_001
Error
Another ordinary day following a basic routine, which many probably do find familiar a slow start up, constant lag through the day and a shut down that almost always fails you.
Yes, that's how many tend to operate in life just be there for the sole purpose of existence.
And somehow, I'm victim to it this. Yet, I accept it gladly, as long as I can make someone else's day illuminate stronger colours of higher saturation. Yes, the cheat or mechanism, if you like to make another's day run more smoothly It's all for the better, I guess.
But question, I do. To aid others is a pleasure, ye
/Terminate_002
Grayscale
The 'blind, young girl' to many was just like any little factor in life, hidden amongst all else only to be unnoticed and unheard of, as if her presence wasn't actually present.
A shadow, if you like.
No one really notices those shades until you finally recover all of what's hidden and actually set focus upon such.
Unless a shade, you are then, perhaps, what's left of the cleanup is now projected into your direction.
Yet day in and day out, the young girl would set herself up on scheduled tasks, strictly following the same routine. But then again, there would be the rare occasion of force eje
/Terminate_003
Firewall
Strength Many of us rely on it, no denying that horrid factor. Yet, why is it that our weaknesses stand out above all? And, somehow, weakness itself is strong enough to hack through strength.
Yes. In many ways, we could all claim to have our own little and dark secrets; everyone has a secret left unspoken of. They said unbottle it for the relief, but maybe the final impact of an outburst could result in strength that's what the young girl stayed true to.
She decided to stick to that rule due to the aftermath of her unbottling to a certain person that she'd once thought was close so much for tha
/Terminate_004
Hazard
'twas just another day to get through: same obvious obstacles, thriving thoughts, depressing determination; or so the young girl had thought. Never did she determine such a horrid crack to leak out from within her firewall where everything drastically fell from what was already shattered.
Failure.
Corruption.
A complete error.
The young girl walked slowly towards her unwanted destination, also known as school. She had kept the very same blank look on her very same face, so much that everyone believed it was normal for her to appear as such.
She wanted to run in such a way that emotions were as nothing. She
/Terminate_005
Password
Hazardous, hazardous Everything was of such a subject.
Rust-scented air, rust-scented registry.
Sharp grounds, sharp delete.
Her environment, her disk.
Everything. Was it all for nothing? The broken, if it hadn't been broken, what would the difference be? To stray from her own path simply meant a little detour; whatever she had done ended up at the very same end result the bottom line the very fact that everything would've fallen down no matter what.
Because of what she'd done; she was at fault for everything.
And He He hadn't noticed what was playing through his life. But he
/Terminate_006
Modify
Password entered.
Access granted.
Initialization
To her eyes was the view of what had started this very mess the madness, the hatred, the biggest mistake of her life perhaps. But what was done was done, such a parasitic virus had already coursed through her veins several times.
Poison.
A shiny metallic object reflected her broken face, with eyes that revealed the fragments left of soul.
She'd promised He'd promised But they'd both broken. So what matter did it have now? She couldn't stand things as they were, but she had to push forward.
She had to
This was her other me
/Terminate_007
Data
She closed her eyes, in further apology She couldn't make it up to them. She couldn't turn back time. She couldn't pay for her mistakes.
She'd been so self-absorbed by the tiniest of facts and self-oblivion to the point that she couldn't tell that she'd made the other boy suffer so greatly.
She'd piled it on him and only after that, had she noticed it.
Modify, she was to modify herself to act through each and every single day because of 'that' day, she would get through it all.
The morning of 'that' day, she'd awoken from a horrid slumber she wish she'd never had. A dream that came true; a
/Terminate_008
Defragmenter
Empty hallway, still the same.
It is where the young girl sat alone.
It is where the young girl reminisced alone.
It is where the young girl thought through everything alone.
She wanted to fade, she wanted to lessen in opacity, she wanted her words to reach him, for reach was against her.
That in mind, she believed a lot was against her. Not only did her parents lack faith within her, they didn't let her opinion speak for words itself, this taught her to save her data for herself You could imagine how such would impact upon one's self-esteem.
Everyone was there to knock her down, it was
/Terminate_009
Security
Never did this foolish 'blind, young girl' take care of her well-being, if many of you hadn't gathered such information by now.
Her life had been draining for a while then again, life is constantly drained from as all at a slow and steady, pace yet at such a rate, she was headed for an inevitable fall that she'd feared so greatly.
Yet, her blindness prevented her foreseeing this event.
I'm sorry...
I'm sorry...
I'm sorry...
She'd fallen asleep to her own looped recording.
Words that near inaudibly escaped her quivering lips that night, as night's luminosity dimly escaped its clouded face.
It happens.
Again and again,
Stuck in a crazed loop,
Heading for disaster.
It slows,
But it never
St-st-stops.
St-st-stuck.
Tick, tock.
Tick, tock.
Clock, clock,
Why must you mock?
It happens.
Again and again,
Trapped in an enticing cage,
Lapsing towards death.
It slows,
But it never
St-st-stops.
St-st-stained.
Tick, tock,
Tick, tock.
Clock, clock,
Free and unlock!
It happens.
Again and again,
Depriving and falling,
Doomed for an end.
It slows,
Slows,
And…
It stops.
Disconnected: something beautiful.
When you realise – breathless.
If you weren't so difficult,
Come home, to the sky.
Forged in the stars...
Spectra,
Evolution,
The final credits.
Little repetitions
Here, there, everywhere
Subtle and soft,
Yet still enough
Enter a fit of flames,
Induce a seize of agony
Leave nothing
But the scarce core
Bare to bore
Yet viral flowers of fear
Blossom and bloom,
Ugly creatures
Believe lustrous lies,
Let them feed
It's nothing,
Nothing at all
La-la-lie,
Ra-ra-repeat.
Stuck in a vigorous loop,
Constantly repeating…
Repeating,
Repeating…
Can't do anything,
Everything is wrong.
It's no good,
So sickening,
Why?
Can't hold onto all of this,
One can only withstand for so long.
High tide,
Can't swim.
Cold chills,
Already frozen.
Nervous wreck,
Broken too much.
And to think that
One day we could just be
Strangers once more.
It's all already set to vanish
Into nothing more.
Pitter-patter, pitter-patter.
Stomach, why do you
Twist and turn?
Up, down,
Turn around,
Loop-de-loop,
Fall.
Mind, why do you
Rise and settle?
Dream,
Fail,
Wake inconveniently,
Ever-so-incompletely.
Core, why do you
Kill everything?
Create parasites,
Demonic infestations,
Monstrous atrocities,
Please, stop devouring!
Why?
Why?
Sorry, sorry,
It's never enough.
Sea. Fire. Rain. Wind.
Carry is all away.
Vast and into nothingness.
So much, so little.
Tick, tock, tick, tock.
A wave of calm into destruction.
A flame of comforting ashes.
A droplet rippling into absence.
A whisper – near, far.
Take it all in, exhale the toxins.
So much, what to do?
Everything, so little.
Tick, tick, tick, tick.
Such dreams,
They prove to fail.
And, yet again, we repeat…
Fall upon rise,
Rise upon fall.
Sleep is for the weak anyway.
Four hours,
Two hours.
Just another day.
Run without memory,
Execute without application.
Layer and mask.
Hazy mind,
Clear cause.
Yet cannot end task.
Sinking stomach,
Clutching hope.
But we all know the end.
Cut the ties,
Distance self.
For one cannot extend.
Butchered thoughts,
Without escape.
Oh no, oh no … it finally breaks.
Can't help,
Cannot be helped.
I know, I know, yet another one of those silly mistakes.
Silly, silly,
Making mistakes.
Sorry, sorry,
Bad habits awake.
Still, still,
It returns.
Sorry, sorry,
Forever to unlearn.
Silly, silly,
Nothing more.
Sorry, sorry,
Drop to the floor.
Still, still,
Repeating,
Sorry, sorry,
Forever defeating.
Silly, silly,
Can't give in.
Sorry, sorry,
Mind wearing thin.
Still, still,
Beginning and end.
Sorry, sorry,
Cannot mend.
Still silly,
This is it,
Still silly,
Daze into a fit.
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