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My arms are lacking
And so are my legs
I have a metal brain
I feel no pain

But why do I feel soo human,
Alive,
All eyes on me
I begin to churn
And I contemplate my existence,
Uneasy,
Am I forever or will someone unplug me?
Or will my battery drain before someone has a chance to replenish me?
Aren't my thoughts enough to make me human?
Or is it a concept?
Because if you witnessed my emotions
Then I have a chance to truly live

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