Name. (The Obvious)

I am artificial. I am fluorescent. I am blinding, guiding, glaring, burning.
I am a half-irony. I am a stolen song. I am ink leaking through the skin-cracks.
I am nothing. I am everything.
And I'm going to break your heart.

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