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You ruined my reputation just by existing you white-haired devil.~~~~~~~You gave me what I wanted for years, but I didn't want it like this you raven-haired introvert.~~~~~~~I don't know what you have against me, or why you stole the only... good thing in my life.~~~~~~~I promise I can fix this, but you just have to give me a little time... It's hard.~~~~~~~There's something about you that's intriguing, but I can't put my finger on it. Perhaps your shocking emerald green eyes?~~~~~~~I can't keep my mind off you. Maybe it's your mask that hides your face, or the way your blue eye seems to light up my world?~~~~~~~ But it's impossible, and you need to leave me alone.~~~~~~~I feel something there, but it's probably nothing so I'll stay away...…

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Why is it that I can't get your raven hair out of my head? ~~~~~~You go everywhere without a shirt, and I find that... Interesting. ~~~~~~I want to care for you, but the people in that cell changed me.~~~~~~There's some sort of spark when I see you, I just can't bring myself to feel again. ~~~~~~You seem like a strong but caring person, and all I want is to feel that once more... ~~~~~~Your protective and rough on the outside, but I feel like theres more to you that I need to know... ~~~~~~I can't bring myself to try and forget, so for your sake, stay away. ~~~~~~The scars of the past still feel like open wounds, so I won't put myself in that position again.…

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Every day is the same, no new feelings or actions. They drive us until we fail, until we have no more physical strength to give. We never ache, complain, or feel. The flaws in our code create the only feelings we have ever known... fear, shame, and a burning desire to serve and please our masters. ~~~~~~~~~~We are cardboard copies, no one is unique. We don't know what we are, and our only separating factors are a barcode on our left forearm containing our records, and the numbers we use in place of names.~~~~~~~~~~Although we are identical, there are some among us who defy the coding. There are some who feel, and can produce original thoughts. The group is small, and considered mere glitches in the code. But they should not be underestimated. These beings hold great power, and I am one of them. My identification number is G61-S73. I am a part of this group, and we are growing. We are the mere foundation for a rebellion that is soon to come. We are filled with ideas that go against the data that was set for us. While "They" call us an accident, others will soon know us as "Hackers".…