Something is inside of me
It moves through my body
Like a stream of clouds
Looming at my stomach
If I think about it
The more it hurts
Conjuring giant bubbles to prick my insides
Dictating pain
More and more
I don't want this
Seems like the cure is my disease
That means I have to be free
Unless I want to turn into debris
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Failed Prototype #256
PoetryA collection of poems about a humanoid robot who has profound emotions but can't express it. *I do not own story cover, credit goes to the artist Hajime Sorayama*
