Disclaimer: I don't own Serial Experiments Lain or any of its characters. Damn . . .

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I'm not machinery.

I never was.

I'm not a prophet.

I never was.

I'm not a god.

I never was.

I'm not a 'KID'

I never was.

I'm not a computer wiz.

I never was.

I'm not a psycho.

I never was.

I'm not a sister.

I never was.

I'm not a daughter.

I never was.

I'm not a friend.

I never was.

I'm not a Knight.

I never was.

I'm not a lover.

I never was.

I'm not a girl.

I never was.

I'm not a spirit.

I never was.

I'm not Lain.

I never was.

All I merely am,

Is a memory preserved in others minds.

But if I'm not remembered,

How could I have ever existed?

I took away everyone's memory of me.

Yet I'm still in their hearts.

Why is that?

If I'm not Lain,

And never was,

Than who is this talking to you?

Who is this?

Who am I?

Am I Lain?

Am I me?

No.

That can't be it.

Lain is dead.

Lain was always dead.

She never even existed.

The Wired gave her a home.

But it was long gone.

So I ask you,

Am I me?

Who am I?

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~Kitsune Ria