My Mentor - The Artificial
My mentor, O my mentor.
You are technology,
you mess with my brain's biology,
you are complicated, yet I owe you an apology.
You have caused me great deals of stress,
however I must confess,
you have tought me many things.
These things I am humble for,
these things have evened up the score.
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