Artificial
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- Parts 4
Ongoing6m
Last published Fri, May 29, 2020
((WARNING: more than normal graphic content. Contains themes such as addiction, abuse, self harm, and toxic mentality))
Given reason it's been tore down. Replaced by someone else's words. A brain treated like a computer when it's not functioning up to standard parts get replaced. No room to be an individual or have those small luxuries. Just exist to be useful. Pissed, upset? No. Nothing.
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