maybe as when you put a piece of metal to the anvil and hammer it to form... i guess i'm full of impurities that aren't necessarily tough to mold. just blockage upon blockage in me that i can't let go.
i have an idea of the life i want, but it is pictured in pieces. jigsaw pieces that have yet to be filtered to know which ones fit the whole. no assurance that the fitting pieces would complete the pictured life.
i'm just tired of being disappointed, i guess.
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