The cake is a lie...
I wonder why...
They tell me these things...
Why here I must sing...
It's all just a fake...
There will be no cake...
Just chamber's again...
With my turret "friends"...
A portal a day...
helps me waste away...
Until Glados chooses to let me leave...
My old life shall not be retrieved...
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