As I dance closer to the demarcation line
Between the present
And change
I know I will fail
To do myself justice in that near reality,
And though I will get back up and March on
Believing in nothing better
The scars I will bare
Will spell out “lesser”
In thick rubbery blocks
I put myself through enough judgment
I don’t need the help I am sure to get from the others
And still, I dance
I am a writer with an extremely active imagination. I love learning answers to questions and what makes everything and everyone tick. I am a "Unique case, medically" if nothing else. I am flawed in my extreme aversion to failure (even when "success" isn't good for me,) but have come a long way in ditching the perfectionist mindset. I like people whose default setting toward others is compassion, an open mind, and honesty View more posts
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