Fighting for feeling

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A world of nothing but the same. Every tear I

Cry is exactly the same as the one before

And after it. The same blue walls trapping

My inconsistent mind. The same visitors in my

Own personal insane room. No pads on the walls

But all over my heart. Cushion the tender. If I hurt

Myself, then so it will be. There is no room or

Service to what and to those who feel- feel the

Pain that comes with each day, feel the sorrow

For each day that runs past and no one seems

To notice. A small room with one door, no windows.

A one way ticket in. No way out. And yet under every door

Is a small ray of sunshine in this room of gray.

One day I will feel the sunshine on my face, and

I'll remember why I keep fighting for feelings

In the first place. Your robot smile doesn't faze me.

Nor do your mechanical hands. I'm un fool able.

Fool proof. Strike me against the wall, make me

Bleed. Try your hardest to push me down. Keep

My head down low, and I'll just wait. I'll wait for

My sunshine to come back. After all, I'm fighting

For some feeling

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