the letters are locked
in the crevices of moldy bread
and breakfast cakes.
paper is non-existent
when your thoughts
are jumbled responses
of everything you've already written
and someday hope to achieve.
you're tired of writing about
the failures of your own heart
because it's too easy to put yourself
down.
down, you say?
we are better at breaking ourselves
in multiple equations
than actually patting ourselves
on our own back.
i am more afraid,
afraid,
of
my own
talents,
than i am
of my own
failures.
failures only make me stronger.
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