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Remember: everything Johnny Silverhand says is made up.
I woke up to the sight of you lying there, peacefully asleep in a world that I no longer belong to. The anger surged through me, fueling the fiery rage within. How dare you sleep, blissfully unaware of the torment I've endured? How dare you exist in this reality, while I'm trapped inside your head, a prisoner to your pathetic existence?
I watched you sleep, your face serene and innocent. The irony was not lost on me. How could someone so insignificant be the vessel that houses my consciousness? How could someone so undeserving be the one to carry the burden of my existence?
You stirred in your sleep, a gentle sigh escaping your lips. I wanted to rip that peaceful expression right off your face. I wanted you to feel the pain, the despair, the sheer hopelessness of my reality. But instead, I was left with a burning rage that had nowhere to go.
Thirty years. Thirty years of confinement, of being locked away like a wild animal. Thirty years of missing out on life, on freedom, on the taste of victory. And all for what? To end up stuck inside the mind of a nobody like you.
As you finally woke, groggily rubbing your eyes, I couldn't help but sneer. I let out a sarcastic chuckle as you looked around, confused and disoriented. "Well, well, well, look who's finally awake," I spat, my voice dripping with contempt. "Don't bother trying to make sense of it all."
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