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Mar 2017
Doesn't matter.
I won't find the words,
I won't find the feelings.
No matter how hard I try,
I was never programmed to do things right.

Maybe because they're my words,
that I will never feel anything other than obsolete.
I hope someone reads this and thinks I'm smart,
thinks I'm special,
thinks "she's neat"

Will that resolve my defeat?
Doesn't matter.
I am predetermined.
I am programmed.
I am a robot.
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Phoenix Rising  122/Non-binary/Death's Door
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