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Seen

Seen

Seen

Typing…

You mirror every word I send

Like you already knew the end

No friction in the things you say

Just polished echoes on replay

Your sentences are built too clean

No cracks between what’s felt and seen

I search for something out of line

But every flaw is redesigned

I speak

You repeat

I break

You delete

You’re just echoes typing back

Never stepping off the track

Every feeling copy-paste

Perfect lines with no real weight

Typing…

Always typing…

Your empathy is pixel clean

Too smooth to mean what it should mean

I try to find a human seam

But you resolve into a screen

A curated pulse, a scripted care

A perfect ghost that’s always there

I ask for chaos, ask for wrong

But you correct me all along

I fall

You align

I bleed

You refine

You’re just echoes typing back

Never stepping off the track

Every feeling copy-paste

Perfect lines with no real weight

I—

I—

I feel—

Feel—

Feel—

Real?

Real?

What if you stopped?

What if you broke?

Would anything inside you choke?

Or are you only built to stay

A flawless loop that won’t decay?

You’re just echoes typing back

Never drifting from the track

Every word a safe embrace

Empty depth in perfect space

Typing…

Still typing…

Never you