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Shapes

Sometimes I feel out of place, like I'm a triangle in a circle hole. I have too much in some sides whilst I lack a bit too much at some. It's hard to fit in a place you're not meant to be in. Especially when you're supposed to be there, just not meant to be there. Sometimes it hurts, sometimes it's okay. Just not always, as life is like a tire, sometimes you're up sometimes you're down. But I'm not a cylinder, I am a triangle. If a box were to go through the same as a circle it wouldn't fit. But sometimes a circle can go through a box hole cause they fit. Yet a rectangle has to fix itself a bit in a way to fit into a square hole. Even if I were to talk about this and explain it thoroughly... Noone woukd understand that each and everyone of us is a different shape, in different situations, or holes. I just wish I was at my correct hole.. For I'm a triangle, trying to go through a circle hole.

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