Perfection. I write these lines over and over again, deleting them faster each time. I just can’t get it out right. What am I getting myself into? I feel a disconnect and I’m afraid to go forward. I get the words wrong every time. They are right there in my mind but they come out all wrong. I get frustrated when I’m alone, promising myself to do better. Next time. But what if there isn’t going to be a next time? The clock is ticking and the situation is getting darker. My frustration builds and I’m left with knots in my stomach. I did it again I guess. Failure.
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