Mixed and thrown. Aren't we all replaceable. Again, you find yourself hostage in this matrix. But enough you thought, be the delinquent, because you already know the pathetic role of the victim.

Your perfection smothered yourself and despite proving your worth repeatedly, what was left of you? Where are you now?

You are not meant to be trapped in a box, take a hiatus, find yourself again and remember never to be someone else's option or convenience.

I am not permanent.