oh well.

who are you?
he asked.
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i had no idea. i'm like a robot.
i hate that.
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am i enjoying being one of those thing?
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Those thing?
what thing?
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i don't know.
it seems like i do.
but i don't know.

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what do you expect me to answer?
i'm trying to figure it out.

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If i dissapoint you well, I'm sorry.
I'm sorry if i don't fit your standard.

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Me?
Now i got lots of curiosity my own.
Why this and that.
Wasn't it wonderful to be in this world?
but one day i shall be gone.
Tomorrow?
Next week?
If each hour was a hundred years,
I wont have any problem get to know myself.

I'm talking about me.
What do you want me to say?
You want to hear me saying that I'm pretty?
I'm healthy enough?
I'm big and fat?
I got big boobs and nice ass?
I got long hair?
I got fair skin?
I got lots of money?
I'm loyal?
Sweet talker?
I don't bitch around?
I'm innocent?
I don't or do this and that?
No matter what i do or don't,
people talk and bitch about it anyway.