Conformity
Two sides one that gives in to all while the other only wants everything for myself. Taking another drink to keep me from the brink cause I can’t even think I want to feel free to just be me but the world forms us to how they want which is something I do not want
Question is how long I can keep the balance going before for one side takes control and the other fades in to the distance. Like play dough I can be mold again and again but at some point I and going to dry out and take my final shape
This forced change has turned me ragged. To the point where I have lost half of who I have and all that I have known. So can I pick myself up and put me back together or am I too far gone?
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