What is ever linear?

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Sometimes, you are too much for the world,

And at other times, it craves every single bit of you.

Sometimes, you are effortlessly in-lined with one person or a few,

And at other times, you are perfectly in-lined with all that is within you.

At these times, you are all that you are and you can manage to be, 

You have the world to love you, especially if that world is inside of you.

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