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I'm sorry.
Today I don't have the heart
For poetry
That I can be proud of.

I'm sorry.
Today my legs are tingling
And my insecurities are high
Which I'm not proud of.

I'm sorry.
Today I don't have the heart
For poetry
Because the words I want to share
Are too fresh out of the oven
And I forgot to bake with pride.

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