Because of my insecurities. I struggle to meet my own wants.
In the eyes of others, I'm like a lost child.
Running from one place to another.
In constant motion creating.
Rarely finishing.
Here I am.
In combat against myself.
Nothing has gotten better.
I'm too afraid of failure.
I know it's all that awaits.
Quitting is a crutch.
An excuse.
To stay in this pit.
Avoidable yes, but I always crash.
What drives me now?
Is everything beyond my control?
I feel stuck in the mud.
I need a good push and pull.
WZ
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