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I shake until I create. Yet I feel underqualified To make anything of value. The originality escapes me. I sit and I stare-- I dwell and I overcomplicate. I ignore Your hand. I take Your gifts for granted. I shrink myself for others, As if I were helping them. Yet, I shake nonetheless. The need to create-- It pervades me.
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May 27
May 27, 2026 at 2:28 AM UTC
the Need
I shake until I create. Yet I feel underqualified To make anything of value. The originality escapes me. I sit and I stare-- I dwell and I overcomplicate. I ignore Your hand. I take Your gifts for granted. I shrink myself for others, As if I were helping them. Yet, I shake nonetheless. The need to create-- It pervades me.
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SiaHarms
May 27
May 27, 2026 at 2:28 AM UTC
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