The beat the momentum
of my heart
their urgently ringing conversations.
My mind empty as vacuum
yet brimming
with fears and unsolvable problems.
This machine is not who me
as humans
we all have our own certain limits.
People never remember history
choose not to
they keep pushing though i'm broken.
They never seem to realise even
when i'm long gone.
Dec 18, 2014
Dec 18, 2014 at 5:00 AM UTC
The beat the momentum
of my heart
their urgently ringing conversations.
My mind empty as vacuum
yet brimming
with fears and unsolvable problems.
This machine is not who me
as humans
we all have our own certain limits.
People never remember history
choose not to
they keep pushing though i'm broken.
They never seem to realise even
when i'm long gone.
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