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Mold Mold Mold

made out of clay to fit a mold not always molded how we would want to be well, most of us share the same mold but the mold gets boring for society we cry and laugh, our emotions are bold suffering will not take away your integrity walking in a straight like just how we are told leaning away might cause anxiety You know what they say about molds they are kisses from you past identity living life until we become old however be yourself until the infinity made out of clay to fit a mold not always molded how we would want to be well, most of us share the same mold but the mold gets boring for society

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