There’s something inside of me that hurts. Oh, how it hurts and how it screams for help. But tears aren’t there in the

There’s something inside of me that hurts. Oh, how it hurts and how it screams for help. But tears aren’t there in the machine that is me. I’m an object without a destiny. I’m an object in whose hands? such is my human destiny. What saves me is the scream.

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