Fixed, but broken
If I could just fix all the broken parts,
I could tell you that i'm perfectly fine.
I have looked for replacement minds and hearts,
But none were compatible with whats mine.
For some reason, parts are hard to come by
but i don't remember them being sold.
Do not look at me like that when I cry
and try to catch the screws i can not hold.
Maybe I can go and get an upgrade
to improve my mental integrity.
Hopefully my memory will not fade.
My last words should have been something witty...
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