I do not know around what time it happened.

When the shape came to be.

It surely did not start this way.

But the signs of it stretch backwards further than I can follow.

An accidental outcome of the consequences.

Of when I was bent in life.

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Forced.

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It was never a sudden transformation.

Gradual and hidden.

Adapting slowly without realizing that there was a change until it was too late.

Hindsight a frosted looking glass.

Accurate but never enough.

A symbol of what was lost.

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Stuck.

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Shaped by life into a distinct shape and bent at every turn.

Left to wonder if the original shape can ever be recovered.

Bends forever leaving weakness in the material.

Trying to feel that same proto function again like it had never been altered.

Chasing the hope of a dream.

Even if it means being bent back in the opposite direction.