Adjusted Robot

Friends say I am a mess I honestly do admit My software Is suffering From a Technical Malfunction Or a glitch Of some sort I am a robot Adjusted to feel And have a heart I am programmed To believe That I am real Destination unknown I don't know Where I belong I have no idea Where to call home Who to call mine How to survive Memories on my hard drive They are on repeat When they fade My heart Turns on Replay

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