Everything must always be perfect,
To the alphabetically arranged files in my notebook,
Up to the meticulously scheduled cram classes on my calendar,
Everything is made for perfection.
It's how they raised me after all,
The human robot forced to live to their own making.
I am but a painting upon an easel,
A creation of what society calls my 'parents',
A work of art forced to follow the flow of their own hands.
In the end, I had become just as heartless as them,
Incapable of feeling-
A true human robot... A still portrait of perfection.
And yet, when everything grows dark and I close my eyes,
I can hear the trickle of sand flowing down within an hourglass,
As if beckoning me to recall-
The blurry image of a memory of my once human self.
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In Regards To Fate (Cellphone Novel)
RomanceThe year is 2170. Humankind has long since discovered the ability to manipulate memories to help people with traumatic experiences to cope up with their everyday living. Kobayashi Haruka is a student/photographer who is enamored with an odd photogr...
