We are all our own mad scientists
Creating ourselfs at every chance we get
Our labs are not necessarily rooms of beakers and chemicals
Rather place we travel to
That further help shape us
Our chemical composition isn't always the same
Helping us adapt to change
Don't be defined by the pain you encounter along the way
Use it to guide you before it fades away

This poem is about: 
Our world


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