What shapes a person ?
Overthinking or not thinking at all ?
The unsaid words that frolic inside..?
Or the regret of all that was specified ?
The same old everyday talk..?
Or that one conversation that never saw a dawn ?
What shapes a person afterall ?
Something as beautiful as poetry or as tragic as being defeated from absurdity ?
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