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my brain is a broken record of memories i'd like to forget my mechanic heart that has lost all ability to feel, now only focuses on beating. i've become a machine living in routine just to keep myself alive; i'm simply a pulse and brainwaves with emotions to the side, a cluttered and broken device with an almost robotic lack of enthusiasm to keep me under control; constant regulation to make sure i stay numb, to hide from the overwhelming pressure to deal with my inferior humanlike thoughts; pull the plug
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Jun 6, 2016
Jun 6, 2016 at 9:59 AM UTC
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my brain is a broken record of memories i'd like to forget my mechanic heart that has lost all ability to feel, now only focuses on beating. i've become a machine living in routine just to keep myself alive; i'm simply a pulse and brainwaves with emotions to the side, a cluttered and broken device with an almost robotic lack of enthusiasm to keep me under control; constant regulation to make sure i stay numb, to hide from the overwhelming pressure to deal with my inferior humanlike thoughts; pull the plug
paigev
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Jun 6, 2016
Jun 6, 2016 at 9:59 AM UTC
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