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Sep 12
I’m quiet.
Timid.
Scared.
Reserved.

Everything is based on an act of intention
And confidence…

And I make the first move
It’s to establish fresh neurons and connectivity
As one another
And one alike

My confidence doesn’t evolve
To reach this triumph
I’m weak and unskilled to innate
It hurts when l hurt.
It’s an issue only l can resolve.
Written by
Brandon
38
   Sofia
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