Falling
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Last published Sat, Oct 9, 2021
We fall and fall, over again. Our wishfulness leaves us broken to the idea of finding what can be ours. And the faulty steps before makes us doubtful of the next steps that could be solid.
Some randoms thoughts that consume me. The good, the bad and the ugly.
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thoughts of an atelophobic dreamer Atelophobia; The fear of imperfection. The fear of never being good enough.
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