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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