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I can't breathe. Something is clogging my chest. It's as if I can't speak. I feel as if I'm an organism defying the laws of human nature, a non living object whose purpose is to be a doll, easily controlled by anyone. I am nothing but a useless puppet, a porcelain doll with the fragility of an ant. I am a living corpse whose body is completely frozen and whose mind is no longer functioning. It was a while ago when I was still "human".. well that was when I was trying to be one but oh it occurred to me that I wasn't and I accepted it but rather than accepting that I was a living organism who is no human I thought of myself as dead. The soul of mine has been dead already a while ago and this physical body of mine is nothing but a source of entertainment to those I can still prove myself as useful. Oh how the devil can make use of any scraps of garbage all for the taste of immoral laughs and entertainment indeed.

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