With my cold hands, I carry the weight of my happiness
Now in eternal slumber, it watches over me
Perhaps the wind will carry on my sappiness
And make me free
The warm cookies are eaten no more
The white blanket has been stained red
There is something that I swore
And I am going to finish it before I am dead
I reminisce about the days you were there
I even walk the dog and it searches for you
You were that which ignited my flare
A fire hotter than blue
I must walk this path alone, but I am lonely no more
Your memories with me shall be my guiding light
Wait for me at that door
That my end is far from sight
A write this elegy from my soul
It is for reflection and nothing more
In it, I see myself and my goal
I will carry on that which you were fighting for
The world may end
It is decaying and it has no salvation
The hate of people may our love transcend
We will not fall to their subjugation
Maria, my love
Although I may be a robot
I now live with a glorious behoove
I will make the world free of thought
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Memory Fragments
FantasyWARNING: CONTAINS VERY EXPLICIT CONTENT. Sooner or later, we all crumble beneath our fears. It's up to us to recall what makes us human and stand strong against adversity. Memories, shattered and scattered throughout our lives, come to us one by one.
