Blind to the story posed right before you
An indifferent placeholder for a player's choices to come through
Unable to see
Beyond whom he cares about
Although, only because you are written to be
A bubbly ray of sunshine who starts the show
A club where you want the hollow file to go
Despite meaningless protest, you insist he agrees
To come check it out
But, it's only because you are written to be
A hostile tsundere toward the newcomer
Your ice gradually melts for your desired lover
You think you are free
To continue this route
Yet, it's only because you are written to be
A quiet shadow buried deep in a book
Not bothering to leave the comfort of a nook
Until a sharp crush overtakes your psyche
And confession you cannot do without
Still, it's only because you are written to be
A self-aware being who's rewritten the script
To seize the attention of your love interest
Not the placeholder, the player themselves it seems
And you've stripped the other members of their digital reality
Not that you'd mind, for they're not real, you believe
You consider yourself the one actuality
Though it's only because you are written to bʤą□œĐµ¿À□¼×ŐÊĦ□Ļ-
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