VIII

Despite my best behavior I am still hurt.
I am still her.

Failure.

With a word, I sink. Dark. Toxic.

I am.
I’m not.
I am.
I’m not.

I’m not a failure.

I preach to myself til my voice gives way & my eyes find sleep.
I long to feel the conviction in my bones, like I was made of the stuff.

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VIII

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