Doomed in a world with no hope, no directions.
I am lost; lost from all that I thought I knew. How could one I believed to be so kind be so much of the opposite?
Humans don't understand me.
I am but a lost soul in a lost plastic body. Plastic in every form possible. Morphed by the poisonous world that I live in. At this point in my useless life, I have no hope. I wish there was a way to end it all, to stop my annoying chatter.
Every time that I get used to a routine it clicks to a stop. All I do is lose what I can't even seem to find. I am a pointless object in a cruel world.
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