So it seems,
the way you feel,
your frustration,
your patience running thin,
is all that matters to you.
And what I've been through,
what I'm going through,
doesn't call for a chink in your armor,
doesn't call for a bat of eyelid,
doesn't send a wrench to your heart,
You're the human.
And I'm only an object.
I have no feelings,
no thoughts,
no voice,
of any sorts.
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