The Rhythm of You
Robots can't cry, my dear sad girl. You are alive and your heart beats. I can hear it screaming, feel it pounding as if to say "I am here! I am here!". It falls short to deaf ears, lost in the hustle and bustle. You try to hide it, muffled under your pillow in a dark, solitary room. If you take a moment, you can hear it calling. Ba-bump. Ba-bump. Ba-bump. Dance with me to the rhythm of you. Ba-bump. Ba-bump. Ba-bump.
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Everywhere I turn, I feel like I'm not allowed. That won't stop me from going. 2022 Edit: This became an unrequited love thing lmaooo hope i have strong feelings about literally anything else
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