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Being pampered

Written by Abel Johnson Thundil

By Abel Johnson ThundilPublished 3 years ago 1 min read
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Being pampered
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Worm

Finding it’s way through a doormat,

A maze.

Cursing it all its life.

Because it was the only life

He had known.

He thought the mat was limiting his freedom.

But it was protecting him

From dogs,

From weather,

From human feet.

Trying to get out.

Getting out.

But it couldn’t crawl on the marble floor.

It had stayed in the mat.

No.

It had become the mat.

It could never become

Itself.

Because ‘itself'

Was not given a chance to exist.

The worm

Wanted freedom.

Someone stepped on it

And it became free

Forever.

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