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It's the same old story for the millionth time. The same stale thoughts return to my mind. Why is what I want to be always beyond my reach. Why do I never seem to practice what I preach. I don't mean to make excuses or helplessly whine. But I somehow fuck it up and the fault is all mine. These lofty ideas From the books on my shelves Seem to just fall through Because I don't change myself.

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Sep 20, 2020

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Notes: Disappointing myself (again)
Tags: #frustration #disappointment

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