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These lines, shapes and molds.

So many in this world;

An abundance to fit in each.

Why am I always banished to the same hole?

Stricken to a ridged design.

To love over never?

Who’s to say why I battle on each day.

Someone always in need of me,

Yet never for me.

Will this be my destiny forever this episode on repeat.

Too much for ones soul to handle,

I'm close to the edge.

Why is this such a secret.

Must everything be?

This labyrinth of life perplexes me.

Something that would seem so simple.

Aches me with confusion.

Blink.

Breathe in.

Blink.

Breathe out.