July 13, 2011
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I am paper
factory made
destined to be used,
and sculpted into what others
want me to be.

I am controlled
by rules meant only for me.

I am a flower
calm and still
conditioned to keep my thoughts
bottled inside.
Living, but dead inside.

I am not
what others want me to be.

I am the deep, blue-green sea
dark and mysterious,
but bright and joyful
from the outside.

I am on the outside,
looking in.

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