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Aug 2012
For three hours a day I'm a physical being.
A tool to move things from point a to point b.

For seven hours a day I wear a robot costume,
With a preset smile and ****** expression.

For two hours a day I become the man,
I never had the time to understand.

None of these things make any sense.
Why is it called "my life" if I live it for them?
Koty Peter
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