馃I am your beloved patient. Your White Lily. A single symbol of hope in times of death and mourning. Hope that the future will feel the same. 馃
馃...No, this can still be fixed. There's still a happy ending there somewhere. That is what I want. That is what I am meant to want. 馃
馃But then again neither is anything that's happening... If that's the case then... Did I ever know anything? Was anything set in stone? Am I more than 'that'? I don't like that. I don't.馃
馃I don't want to feel like I've fooled myself into thinking I can feel anything at all, I don't want to pretend to feel pain so much I learn what it means to ache, I don't want it to feel like I almost have a soul. 馃
馃I don't want to be broken like that. I want to be filled with bugs and errors, I want to need to be patched, I want it to be a physical issue, something that can be fixed. Not like this.馃
馃帋Then it must be your lucky day. You're already clearly broken. You're not meant to want anything at all, after all. 馃帋
馃I want to be told I did a horrible job, that my voice sounds strange and abnormal, that it's all wrong. Please tell me that. 馃
馃I want to be broken, shut down, torn to pieces, discarded like a doll on the shelf, put to rest. Leave me broken and smashed to little bits.馃
