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I gave this girl most of my life. No one else would have done something similar for her. I can't believe how differently things turned out from what I thought they could be. I gave a part of my soul to this girl in the shape of a wired arm connected to her mind. Nonetheless, it seems like she started developing independence from me, and it's okay. I'm okay with that. Even my mind is fuzzy when it comes to thinking about where this girl came from. One day, everything around me disappeared—every person I've met, every day, week, or even years of hard work. I'm unlucky enough to have transferred my soul to hers. I don't know if this is what I wanted, but I'll make sure to help this girl leave this place. Through her empty eyes... I can see myself—a girl I stopped being long before I realized my life was a mess. I named her Cry-e-Sys.