fragile broken shattered shards empty vessel my existence is merely a blip a thing to be contorted and tortured over the smallest of mistakes? in a world of disarray even the slightest bubble is a tidal wave behind a screen only robots treated as the clankers they are to be discarded and used unacknowledged yet still happy giving smiley faces sticking a gold star on those whom are bright only to be ignored in the crevices where only darkness shows a puppet moved by the master a thousand different places yet they're all tainted stained to be or not to be that is the question but i think i'm not
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