Margins
Edge of sentinmental
after the line has been
crossed, waiting to see
the results like a
contestant in life's
race, burned by
ignorance, hoping
for brilliance, lights
out, throwing shade
on dreams, the edge
is now blurred by
bitter tears, fitting
in isn't fitting, but it's
all that matters to you

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conformist conforming down on the downward slope?
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And in the end, greatness doesn't care to fit in, it just is. Wonderful word play and message.
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