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Disclaimer: Self harm

I take picture after picture.
For what purpose? I don't even know myself.
My only occupation is taking pictures, and editing them, like I have friends and a social life.
But I don't.
I'm a robot, I'm set on a specific schedule: eat, sleep, work, pictures, and repeat.
My job isn't even interesting, yet I still do it like a kid going on a ship. Is that what's said? I'm not familiar with the expressions here.
I come from a ghost town, if you will. No one here in the United States knows of it... weird.
Everyone who I knew before I moved here had known it well, and recommended it to me.
Waking up in the morning is easy, sleeping is easy, everything is easy.
Except for disobeying what I've been told.
I wake up suddenly at 3am, a voice resonates in my head... not unlike before.
It speaks loudly, echoing and telling me to reveal my true self.
I grin at the thought. With my phone in hand, I grab a knife, and scratch my knee.
I quickly type in my password on the phone, and take a picture to post on Instagram. Leaving no comment, I wait for the humans to find out.
I'm not one of them , yet I was among them.