Most people are born with a state in which
mimics their position in the womb
their natural state.
I was restless in the womb. I cannot find the mold into which my body fits into.
I am amorphous, freely contorting myself into a variety positions until one certain figure seems to be the one for me.
The one that provides the most comfort.
I cannot find it.
I am free.
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