Personal Poem
Every day I become more like me.
I’m about to be killed, right?
damaged persons never forgive(n) - ?
More on this theme later.
Your money will run out before
your life, making suicide
unnecessary. In the mean time,
don’t touch me I’m radioactive
with a half-ass life
60 million years.
You're the robot!
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A and B were talking just outside the guard shack, so Lilith and I 
approached. B said he was fine, well not fine, and he pointed at the new 
camera set on ...
1 day ago
