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Sunday, 21 November 2010

My Robot Heart Don't Know What It Wants

Sometimes I feel like I'm
just
an empty shell.

Some sort of robot
designed to read books and write papers and laugh
at all the right times
so no one guesses
the truth.

But inside there's this great big
hole.

Someone forgot
to insert the
human
parts, and so I don't know
how to talk
how to emote
how to love.

I have no
passion
no interests
I don't know
what makes me
tick.

All I know is
read
analyse
write
sleep
repeat
repeat
repeat

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