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[l_o_s_e_r_w_i_l]

slowly my mechanisms begin to break down
fading quickly to depressed shell from the once funny clown
delelting my programs and running a new script
my robotic life a major kick
i act like nuthing fazes me
but inside i see ghosts
demons and devils
angels and such
ive seen the pain and sorrow inside
the hate ive felt is just to much
im giving in to the mystics inside
my robotic life a major drag
dying is the scene in my head
my robot now nuthing more then dead
ive moved on into a new shell
a program like me built to survive hell