i wake up...

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

in my shell

 

 

 

 

 

is it real? am i real?

 

 

night falls...

 

 

 

i looking down at the city... the world...

 

 

 

 

 

going up, to the roof.

 

 

 

you hear me? batou?
batou, we all stand alone
in this ocean of internet.

 

 

what makes you think you are who you are?

 

 

this is my quest
one day we would meet again, however, the net is wide....
 
and we're small.
 

until then,

 

 

i still walk in my body,

 

 

like a ghost in the shell

 
 
 

 

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