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All I hear is 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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MARWA ARBANI
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