Disappearance
I thought living was a time where I didn’t know when my last day was going to be.
only I do.
I spent my time trying to fit in boxes that I’m not square enough for.
I’ve tried to fit in spheres that I’m not quite round enough for.
I’ve tried to fit in jars and I’m not quite long enough for.
I’ve tried to fit in picture frames that are just too big for me.
I can’t fill any hole.
I can’t fill any empty space.
I can only make it worse.
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