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lipstick stains on paper coffee cup lids my brother always told me i would have to sit back and watch people younger and more inexperienced than i succeed while i suffered. oh but i think he was wrong three conversations and one free cup of coffee later things are starting to look up for me and i'm thinking that i am the younger one succeeding while elders suffer. *(on the flipside i don't want to be making sandwiches for the rest of my life)* and i wonder sometimes if i'm just naturally gifted or if i just naturally try too hard to be liked *(or there's an offchance a slim blueish sliver of possibility that the stars have all been lined up for me)* anyway that assumption however incorrect it may be is better than last week when i was thinking that no longer was i good enough *(but scratch that nothing i ever accomplish or that the skies have pre-established will make me believe i'm good enough.)*
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Aug 30, 2016
Aug 30, 2016 at 10:06 PM UTC
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lipstick stains on paper coffee cup lids my brother always told me i would have to sit back and watch people younger and more inexperienced than i succeed while i suffered. oh but i think he was wrong three conversations and one free cup of coffee later things are starting to look up for me and i'm thinking that i am the younger one succeeding while elders suffer. *(on the flipside i don't want to be making sandwiches for the rest of my life)* and i wonder sometimes if i'm just naturally gifted or if i just naturally try too hard to be liked *(or there's an offchance a slim blueish sliver of possibility that the stars have all been lined up for me)* anyway that assumption however incorrect it may be is better than last week when i was thinking that no longer was i good enough *(but scratch that nothing i ever accomplish or that the skies have pre-established will make me believe i'm good enough.)*
Copyright 8/10/16 by B. E. McComb
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Aug 30, 2016
Aug 30, 2016 at 10:06 PM UTC
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