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Confidence

The point of this is not to wait for the approval.

Writing for the wrong reasons.

I miss being able to write.

Record the inaudible ideas that flowed through my veins.

I do not know when that stream was blocked.

I am learning of the blockage of my soul.

The inability to push through the wall that was in my path.

The self loathing and doubt.

When did that even start?

Does it even matter?




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