Forever hung up on everything that I’m not.
Falling short has become my specialty.
But that won’t define me.
Stretch me over like your canvas. I’ll paint myself some clearer skies.
I won’t let this take my life.
Hollow me out. Empty my insides.
I won’t feel at thing.
I am enough.
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