At times I feel I was born to fail.
Fail. Rise. Fail and rise again.
I just wish when all of these are over,
And when I count the times,
My wins are greater than my falls.
The more I try to fit the mold I am in, the more I find myself struggling to get out.
It, myself, just won't contain itself inside.
Sometimes its roars become too much it breaks me into sharp pieces. Then I am burdened with the task to put it all back together because I can't be seen broken. I just can't be.
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