I sit here in the dark,
throwing pieces of me onto your screen.
Your chip sparks and you can´t see me.
I sit here connecting words we use for free.
If you´re reading It´s the pariah nobody.
A sarcastic angel once joked irritatingly,
that my words would only truly be read
after I´m deceased.
So for the few that kept your eyes to the screen
after my name and heart appeared for you to see.
The question is how popular can you rate
unpopular to be?
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