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The machine had been unstable for a long time now, its mechanics breaking down in part every now and then. It was a wonder why it hadn’t been thrown away yet, for it was probably going to break down at any time. More often than not, the machine chose to hide in a corner, feeling its fuel pumping through the system. And sometimes, certain thoughts prick its mind like sharp blades, not leaving a trace of when it enters and leaves. It could imagine itself breaking down very well. It could see the fuel flowing out through a punctured tube. Perhaps it would be repaired by some kind soul in the form of its creators and fellow workers. But deep inside, it knew. It was difficult to be fixed, because no one could fix the root of the problem. A dull emptiness resided in place of where a heart should be, like a cold wind in the middle of winter. A haunting loneliness that made it feel as if winter would never end. And as it sat in its corner trying to tell itself that everything would be okay in the end, it couldn’t help but tear a little as the water condensed on its cool metallic face. It seems to be a game of endurance and the machine could only hope that it would hold out until this nightmare is over.

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~ by racevkei on November 27, 2011.