Type. Click. Type. Print.
My life revolves endlessly around the windows
That open up to the world of zeroes and ones.

I code. I decode. I haplessly type away.
I am the writer. I am the artist. I am the creator
Of this world in which I belong.
Sometimes, I take you in with me.

I am Bill Gates, I am Mark Zuckerberg,
I am the nerd who sits in the front row,
I am the geek you bully in school,
I am the boy who sits in front of the machine the whole day,
Or the girl you have never talked to.

But how much do you depend on me,
To supply you with your applications
Or open the windows for you?

Our mutual relationship
Tightens
As I waste away on
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