I can feel myself melting away,
under the pressure of my ambition, I am compressing.
Smashed into a cubic square of my personality.
All that I am pushed into this small shape, boring and geometric.
It is hard to complain though, when I have helped create my very own cage.
When I have painstakingly built every feature and surface to specific dimensions.
It is hard to complain when I realize that this is all my fault.
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