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Everything I do, I do for a reason,
because I am not human.
I am a machine. A simple machine.
More simple than a pulley, lever, or a wedge.
The simplest machine there is,
but also them most inefficient,
because everything I do
turns out wrong in the end.
But what happens when
the batteries die,
the blood stops running,
and the pistons stop pumping?
Maybe that's what this machine was built for,
not beginnings, but endings.

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Lately I've been feeling a bit
normal
which doesn't say much.
But I've been a bit
manic
and can't bite my tongue.

Lately I've been losing my faith in
humanity
not that I've had much anyway.
But when I see these men so hellbent on
fucking
and the women who allow it,
I feel a bit
sick
and wonder where the world is going.

I don't know where this is going,
I've just been want to say
peoples' constant fixation on copulation
is fucking disgusting.

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Every time I hit the bottom
I think, "this is the lowest I've ever been"
Then the floor drops out from beneath me
And I fall even further down
In two months I'll be leaving my good friends
In five the best will be leaving me
Then it really will be me all alone
In this hole with no floor

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That's it
I'm done
I thought it could get better
I was wrong
I don't know what I'm going to do
I wish I could just drive until I'm gone
But I'll still be here