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I saw a line between the floor tiles,
And realised with pain,
That it reflected my whole life.
A straight path, starting from one point
And without any curves,
going towards an end.
Parallel lines, being those who stayed with me forever,
And them perpendicular ones,
Who used me and went away, oh so clever!
My life being crushed, a million times,
As if difficulties were heavy feet,
Stepping on my straight life line.
It is how it's supposed to be,
Straight, without any curves.
Meant for enduring every weather,
Be it boiling hot or cold showers.