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Robots.

I am a robot. Same path. Same day. Same speeches in my head. Same resistance to receive. Same reasons not to believe. Same thoughts in my mind. So many pre-designed reasons why to rhyme. Same futile desire to go to bed on time. Synced in with my peers. My mechanical dreams of a life beyond. Same old obsolete hanging on. The only that changes is you. But I’ve already explored that avenue. Now your weak whim to be different is merely the same. So prematurely ends your game. We are the robot.

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