my life is a suitcase...

i'm packed, pressed & trapped in within.

i'm on the run, on the go, on top of every surface.

i'm being carried, transfered & placed randomly.

i'm coloured, labelled, stitched up without my consent.

i'm being stuffed, pushed & cramped up in convenience.

those are not the feelings i enjoy.

those are not the journey i wish.

those are not the destinations i desire.

those are not the looks i want.

those are not the info i need.

i'm compressed, compact & decomposed...

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