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Dec 2014
I have these parts that are missing
They are things I can't replace
I've been stripped of all my being and thrown into a world of waste

Reprogrammed to think my world is you
That the earth I walk on is blessed by you
The bonds I break are all for you
Loving you is all I do

I close my metallic eyes
Set in place by your hands
Laying on the carpet
With my back made of rubber bands
I cry too long and start to rust
Because I love you, you have my trust
It's why I became your killing machine
You don't love me, so it seems
Aquinas
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Aquinas  21/Non-binary/Sarasota, Florida
(21/Non-binary/Sarasota, Florida)   
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       ---, ryn and WickedHope
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