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Each of us a little machine Our gauges and whistles tooting their songs, Toting labels like “fragile” so they Know not to break the already broken. We are oiled once daily for best performance and They check our meters to know if we’re content. We can solve any problem, please any of them, Just by spitting linearly out our strings of happy speech. If they’re confused they take a peek in our Control panel and fix what is insecure. It seems perfect to others but the everyday schedule Will bore us fast as we please with ease not us but them, The time left over allowing us to get further and furthest Trapped in our own heads - Gone to a place that can’t be fixed quite as easily, and this Once confused them but they’ve learned to deal with it the only way they Know how To ignore and continue to see us as good as new, because Our labels and gauges say we might be but Little do they know The best of us own two faces and The robotic beeps and checks and okays are built by us to Ignore what we fear also. There would be a bright side, But our imperfect human motherboards Cannot Compute.
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Sep 19, 2018
Sep 19, 2018 at 7:55 PM UTC
Cannot Compute.
Each of us a little machine Our gauges and whistles tooting their songs, Toting labels like “fragile” so they Know not to break the already broken. We are oiled once daily for best performance and They check our meters to know if we’re content. We can solve any problem, please any of them, Just by spitting linearly out our strings of happy speech. If they’re confused they take a peek in our Control panel and fix what is insecure. It seems perfect to others but the everyday schedule Will bore us fast as we please with ease not us but them, The time left over allowing us to get further and furthest Trapped in our own heads - Gone to a place that can’t be fixed quite as easily, and this Once confused them but they’ve learned to deal with it the only way they Know how To ignore and continue to see us as good as new, because Our labels and gauges say we might be but Little do they know The best of us own two faces and The robotic beeps and checks and okays are built by us to Ignore what we fear also. There would be a bright side, But our imperfect human motherboards Cannot Compute.
#depression
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Sep 19, 2018
Sep 19, 2018 at 7:55 PM UTC
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