I was a circle in a room full of squares so I became a square
The square's all decided to be circles so I became a circle again
They told me I wasn't a "proper" circle
I wasn't doing the circle thing right
Then I moved into the light to find that they were all triangles
They thought that they were circles but they were blind
I was a circle in a room full of squares who did not think that I belonged there
Yet I was the only one who could see my true reflection
Dec 18, 2020
Dec 18, 2020 at 11:01 AM UTC
I was a circle in a room full of squares so I became a square
The square's all decided to be circles so I became a circle again
They told me I wasn't a "proper" circle
I wasn't doing the circle thing right
Then I moved into the light to find that they were all triangles
They thought that they were circles but they were blind
I was a circle in a room full of squares who did not think that I belonged there
Yet I was the only one who could see my true reflection
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