Just like water, she was desperate to fit into molds.
The molds of instructions, expectations, standards, preferences, every word people says.
With people of a box, she'll angle like a box.
With people like bowls, she'll hold the curves.
She don't know how to be like untold.
She has no mind of her own.
She's everywhere.
Waiting the chance to flow.
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- Erika Lim
- "humility is not thinking any less of ourselves, but thinking of ourselves less"
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