I have been wondering for a while if I am human, and if I am, am I good or evil?
What separates man from machine is that man feels, I know I feel... something.
I have felt jealousy, rage, anger, envy, dispare and
I have found myself lacking the ability to comfort the ones closest to me.
I had felt love once, I had once been the comforter to all around me, I was once loved.
In a desperate hope of becoming whole again I search for love... or what i think is love
Because there is a thread of a difference between love and lust, and only when I will have found her
Will I know if it were really love that I was after or was it lust. She will be the dictator of my very being,
Meeting her will define me as being a man, machine or beast.
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