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robotic trails
the same songs, the same breakfast and the same people
over and over and over and
replace me with a bug, a computer
fill up my mug with something truer
transform me from this hollowed shell
who knows painful repetition all too well
i used to be so smart
now my bleak life craves the abstract art
which once gave it colour
and a nihilist, my hopeful...
Monday 15th May 2023 7:10 am
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