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Jul 2021
i'm a swindler,
a trickster,
a not-so-great pretender.
i live my life as an imposter
among the scholars that call themselves
my colleagues,
equals.
what achievements? pure luck
what success? just timing
was my effort ever as
earnest
as it could've, should've been?
an ode to the imposter syndrome that keeps me crippled, i hate it here
Sarah Robinson
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Sarah Robinson  22/F/NY
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