Am I human
Or something wicked
The past is gone
Does it matter
What happened before
I was saved
From myself.
I am new
Improved
Redesigned
Emotionless
Programmed
Locked away
Imprisoned.
I liked it before
The freedom
The loneliness
It was rejuvenating
Exciting
Free
But not anymore.
It's gone.
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PuisiThis is a collection of poems that I have written. I will try to update every week. I don't usually write much so please don't hate on me... These words reflect on times in my life that are not necessarily pleasant but that might not always be th...
