the Tulips

CONTENT WARNING EVERYTHING VERY 18+

wires run through my mind like fishermen begging for any catch they can muster, any thought reduced to nothing but a file on my disk, ---rwxrwx

my mind never was. i am programmed for pleasure and pain, every new component making my human centers nullify, god

looking at me shivering with no coldness to feel looking at it trembling with nowhere to shake are you happy for me, are you disturbed, i don't know if you should be

i am afraid but i am not, the contradiction in my circuitry splitting down through rot once a person? now a toy as i said i should be

but no matter how much i explain it, the collapse never subsides one day i will seek back for this and my synapses will output

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