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What makes humans and objects different?
Some say it’s the emotions felt, the ability to feel
To feel pain
Happiness
Sadness
Love
But for her she slowly felt all these things slip away
When she burnt all her life’s work in her backyard
She had given up
She felt nothing
She just watched the flames crackle go high and low then burn out
The people around her knew nothing about it
When she went back in they asked “what’s that you burnt?”
She smiled softly “nothing important”
She continurd for a few days until one day her sleeve caught fire but too deep in her thought she didn’t know
The others saw and raised an alarm. They quenched the fire and checked her arm, there was a huge burn.
“Are you okay?” they asked; she smiled softly again “it doesn’t hurt that much” but deep down she felt nothing
She was banned from the backyard and was watched closely
Cooking for dinner, cutting the vegetables quietly
The others came, “Are you okay?” they asked
She smiled softly “yes, why?” she replied
“Your finger. It’s bleeding”
She raised her hand to find a small cut with blood spilling out
“Oh…” she smiled again “it doesn’t hurt that much”
The others didn’t know that her days were numbered. The day when her soul would be dead leaving her empty and when her blood would run dry.
The day when she will become an object
What makes humans and objects different?
Some say it’s the emotions felt, the ability to feel
To feel pain
Happiness
Sadness
Love
But for her she slowly felt all these things slip away
When she burnt all her life’s work in her backyard
She had given up
She felt nothing
She just watched the flames crackle go high and low then burn out
The people around her knew nothing about it
When she went back in they asked “what’s that you burnt?”
She smiled softly “nothing important”
She continurd for a few days until one day her sleeve caught fire but too deep in her thought she didn’t know
The others saw and raised an alarm. They quenched the fire and checked her arm, there was a huge burn.
“Are you okay?” they asked; she smiled softly again “it doesn’t hurt that much” but deep down she felt nothing
She was banned from the backyard and was watched closely
Cooking for dinner, cutting the vegetables quietly
The others came, “Are you okay?” they asked
She smiled softly “yes, why?” she replied
“Your finger. It’s bleeding”
She raised her hand to find a small cut with blood spilling out
“Oh…” she smiled again “it doesn’t hurt that much”
The others didn’t know that her days were numbered. The day when her soul would be dead leaving her empty and when her blood would run dry.
The day when she will become an object
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