World’s full crushing weight
Such is life, it speaks aloud
Can’t move; let us be
What is up? Or down?
Impaired vision, can’t see – stuck here
It’s cold; so weary
What a shattered life
Covered in shards of regret
Bitter remembrance
Multicolored pain
Inside: pricks, stabs, sharpness, aches
No surprise, this hurts
Outer garments gone
Does not change the inner turmoil
That stays, regardless
I envy Roboto
Lack of emotions, no pain
But no joy; fair price?
Hidden in darkness
Such comfortable shelter
So why should I leave?
You ask who I am:
Nothing but a short whisper
Destined to fade; gone
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