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Sep 2022
When the old got new and the new got old
I was judging myself prepared in the mirror
and always end up lowering my arms,
decide that it's too much to participate

I have never once made it on top
and I just know it is going to be lame
and disappointing

don't believe me?

Try to remember the few
times you worked hard in the dark

Try to imagine if everyone
are born winners

Try to imagine if everyone was neither
edgy or oblivious to even raise
a finger whether it's red or pink

Try to imagine yourself
constantly rebutting
every reasoning you can
come up with
before you even execute them
and you can't help it

It took a lot of tries and hits
careful or careless
I still drag my fort
without describing its
current state, shape or form
to everyone
the dominique of regression
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the dominique of regression  30/M/Philippines
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