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[im_a_machine]

Hands shake, but not in a formal way. The only thing they greet is the cold. The world is numb around me, and slowly swallows me with it. Foot in front of foot, i continue, glancing at nothing but the cold pavement to crudely map the journey. With every step taken, i leave a little bit more of my self. My hands are the first to go, painless,

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