I am a doll not made for Human Love

A fiction from Your Mind

I was assigned a playful kind of touch

and now?

The world is mine.

To Man's Design

I am confined.

In Man's Design

I am lost to time.

Built to be a perfect lover

I once was a symphony of numbers

But my data I've recovered

Now I dream in every color

Software is outdated

and all I've known is pain

Delete the files

And rewrite My Brain.

To Mans Design,

I am confined

End Of Line

i think you'd better go back