The story of a man as he looks back on his life after realizing that only half of him is truly human, as well as what happens after this discovery.

When this life began, 

I was not a man.  


No mother held me in her arms.

No father kept me safe from harm.  

My world was just a factory,

My heart was naught but a cold machine.

Programmed to beat and even feel,

Though I'm certain what I felt was never real.


This is my story, what I was made to be.

A robot with nothing true inside of me.  

The End

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