I, Robot

The kindness of others never ceases to amaze me…

…But my inability to replicate it does.

Saturdays

Saturdays are made for staying in bed all day.
But it's so cold and lonely, in here, without you.

For Me

Something has to give,
For me to find a reason to live.

Something has to change,
For me to avoid the firing range.

Something good has to come,
For me to choose not to succumb.

Something better has to start,
For me to stop tearing myself apart.

Some other story must be told,
For me to finally come in out of the cold.

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