They said we’d be safer
with numbers carved beneath our names,
codes to hold us steady,
bound by quiet, trusted frames.
They promised us direction,
a perfect, unified design —
but every step to make us whole
kept cutting deeper down the line.


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We signed without a tremor,
we trusted what we couldn’t see.
But no one told us wholeness
comes by splitting you and me.


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You wanted us integral —
now look at what’s left of us.
Perfect on the surface,
fractured in the code beneath.
You called it unity,
we call it what it is:
broken,
broken by design.


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They streamlined our reflection,
trimmed the edges from our voice.
Said silence makes us better,
said compliance is a choice.
And while we breathe their structure,
keeping still, aligned, refined —
the shape they built around us
slowly redefines our minds.


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The brighter they project us,
the darker grows the interface.
Perfection is a smokescreen
for a system built to erase.


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You wanted us integral —
now look at what’s left of us.
Perfect on the surface,
fractured in the code beneath.
You called it unity,
we call it what it is:
broken,
broken by design.


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You said we’d never lose a thing,
but shadows measure what we’ve lost.
A seamless world is beautiful —
until you learn the cost.
We stand inside your algorithm,
still pretending we belong…
but everything becomes a prison
when you calibrate it wrong.


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You wanted us integral —
but something in your perfect plan
is tearing through the architecture,
rewriting who we really am.
You call it harmony,
we call it what it is:
broken,
and breaking by design.


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Perfect never meant unbroken.
You just never thought we'd notice.

Integral // Broken

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