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There was a girl
Who loved drawing circles
For some strange reason
It made her feel whole

She loved how they were rounded
No sharp edges that would hurt 
And how they are always proportionate
None completely different from another

So she drew them all over her room
As the idea of perfection continued to loom
Until her compass broke
Making her lose her bearings

She tries to draw circles on her own
Scared to complete them
She knows they're not perfect
So she stopped doing what she loved