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Am I still me?
The so-called smart little bee
As they used to call me
Or into a robot
I'm turning to be
Boredom paralyzed my days
Grief all over my ways
My cheerful spirit
Has gone with the wind
Welcome pessimism
It is becoming my best friend
Forcing myself by trying to forget
Painful tryst left me with regret
The emotional impaction
Was too much over me
welcome machinery
The little bee is no longer a bee
My vision was blurred
Eyes receiving only black and white
My speech was slurred..
Without you;
I couldn't set the words right
When odourless roses were my input
nothing but smell of steel
was my output..
Invalid soul, wrecked gears
Remnant your memories; made of me
Data filled with errors
Bitterness, emptiness, loneliness
No trace of a viable glee
A plea for dementia
A warm lee
Were the demanded therapy for me
Am I still Me?
A flying smart little bee
A source of curable honey
So alive,joyous and free
Or into a robot
I'm turning to be..
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