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Pixels
My life is built in pixels

But they are only tiny little squares
And I miss too many of them to be able to
Build real words and images
Everything missing is what you've stolen

Your pixels make your images
So much clearer and less aliased
And more, more, larger, larger
Better

I can never take back my pixels
You have locked all locks and barred everything in my way
Built walls of the pixels
And there are no soft pixels I can smash and take with me

You own them
And me