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I drew the second third line A first fourth one is on deck Knew I inked them finely fine Still, I go check and recheck Marvelously filleted corners Cleave an unsettling sound Put compass back on paper Just to make sure it's round Anxiety was bound to happen To the fifth first line I go back Again, I sharpen and sharpen But I give up, made it all black Perfection is not my liberty But a numb skin I wish to flay Half of my mind seeks symmetry Yet the other  half                                    is    in                                           disarray
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Dec 5, 2018
Dec 5, 2018 at 8:46 PM UTC
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I drew the second third line A first fourth one is on deck Knew I inked them finely fine Still, I go check and recheck Marvelously filleted corners Cleave an unsettling sound Put compass back on paper Just to make sure it's round Anxiety was bound to happen To the fifth first line I go back Again, I sharpen and sharpen But I give up, made it all black Perfection is not my liberty But a numb skin I wish to flay Half of my mind seeks symmetry Yet the other  half                                    is    in                                           disarray
#ocd#anxiety
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Dec 5, 2018
Dec 5, 2018 at 8:46 PM UTC
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