Overload
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I cannot reach out across this great void.
There's too much noise and confusion here.
Our hands cannot embrace; nerves are jostled.
Communion's a distant memory.
Everything is near yet so far.
I'm tired of talking to mere masks.
Spectres gather in the virtual world.
Serpents uncoil in the mind's darker realms.
You say you're free but you love servitude.
You once spoke the truth but now you deceive.
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