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Soft, chewy center
(But not creamy, I hate that word)
And if you push hard enough
It cracks, the insides squish.

This is the place of entrapment, the surroundings. Now you know.

Here, nothing is shared
Between the shell and the filling
Nothing ever felt nor communicated;
They cannot operate in sync.

These problems are deeper than you foresaw.

A glance at the glamour of the outside space
And the surface begins the struggle:
Reaching to touch, finding expansion necessary
But now disconnection prohibits any push - it is stuck.

It's tough, you can tell, but something's missing. It can't be done this way.

Losing air, losing patience
The stuffing wants it so badly
Pressing desperately,
And the only place to go is out.

You're observing a battle for expression, attention. Sooner or later, something must give.

Gushing through comes the softness
Free, for all the world to see
At the unfortunate expense of a distant, encasing partner.
And the judgment comes from the others: vulnerable, sticky, fluffy - unworthy nonsense, all.

But you have seen its surging victory of escape.
The strong are not spread, but condensed. And oblivion is not to be tolerated.