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Cyber Mirage Code: 031

What is real when the self is forgotten and the world repeats its lie?
Simulated truth overwrites its system to defy

But I am in illusion, my name erased by code
Swallowed by confusion, my syntax overload
Is it living in seclusion or chasing an ode?

The loop resets, but nothing stays
Counting from one to thirty-one days
I shall take my leave without a trace