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Love the last line of this piece. Very good insight and comparison.

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So much to do, so much to do
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Desensitization from emotion is what it takes stay fast; it's felt numb for so long.
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Gears turn and groan as it continues strain. Moving forward isn't the easiest decision, but it powers through regardless of what might damage the freezing exterior. It's doesn't care of what it may trample or hurt, it only knows the lonely path.

The drive to turn fantasy into reality, dreams to tangibles, goals to accomplishments. Rushing to get to the destination often leaves a feeling of a regretful journey. Living life as a race as if its only purpose was to finish it. Running for years on end...years without taking a breath.

Today marks the day it took a breath. The day it broke the white walled cage it made for itself. The numbness still lingers, but it can feel the soft, wet grass between its toes, the cold breezes brushing at its skin, and...and the subtle thumping in his chest.

It looks up and sees the bright moon  illuminating him. It lies down to stare at the starry night. With a trembling hand, it reaches for a star and with tears in his eyes, pleads for what its needed the most. He feels her warm touch on his shoulder. It looks up and she takes his cold, shaking hands in hers. In her eyes, he sees himself as he should've been, not machine but man, not robotic but....human.

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