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maybe that's the way of the world, she's beginning to think. maybe some people can go on and live happy and simple lives, walk along straight flat paths without any twists or turns or knots that make your stomach heave and your heart drop and your mind go blank. and then maybe there are others, designated long ago to traverse the dirt roads, the gritty lanes thick with the stench of despair, to always have fear crawling up your skin, slipping in and out of the knobs of your spine, dripping from your eyelashes.

she's one of the others, with eyes so black they're lodged deeply in her skull. she's one of the robot girls, taking step by methodical step, falling where she needs to fall, metal limbs clinking dully as her body takes the hits. her eyes are carefully flat, her face carefully expressionless.

but she can not hide her heart, that grotesque organ, throbbing, throbbing, throbbing. her hands fumble around her ribs as she tries to hold it, tries to stop it, but it slips through and falls on the ground, writhing with the pain she can't express.

exposed.

and though her mind goes dizzy and spots flash in her eyes, she walks on. slowly. methodically. she can't let anyone see her heart, even if she dies trying.

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maybe that's the way of the world, she's beginning to think. maybe some people can go on and live happy and simple lives, walk along straight flat paths without any twists or turns or knots that make your stomach heave and your heart drop and your mind go blank. and then maybe there are others, designated long ago to traverse the dirt roads, the gritty lanes thick with the stench of despair, to always have fear crawling up your skin, slipping in and out of the knobs of your spine, dripping from your eyelashes.

she's one of the others, with eyes so black they're lodged deeply in her skull. she's one of the robot girls, taking step by methodical step, falling where she needs to fall, metal limbs clinking dully as her body takes the hits. her eyes are carefully flat, her face carefully expressionless.

but she can not hide her heart, that grotesque organ, throbbing, throbbing, throbbing. her hands fumble around her ribs as she tries to hold it, tries to stop it, but it slips through and falls on the ground, writhing with the pain she can't express.

exposed.

and though her mind goes dizzy and spots flash in her eyes, she walks on. slowly. methodically. she can't let anyone see her heart, even if she dies trying.