[ 4 ☽ 12 ☼ 2017 年 ]

There is a wrinkle on this shirt,
Sticking out. Stubborn. Vexing.

Smooth it, straighten it. But,
It won't be like everyone else.
A sore thumb sticking out,
A rogue that won't bow down.
Insubordinate to the crowd.

Crush it, stamp it, kill it.
Run it over with an Iron.
Flatten it, make it uniform.
Same as everyone else.
Stifle it until it can't breath.

Can't breath. Can't breath.
I can't breath.

Suffocating.

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【 trap - written 692 days ago 】