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Right place, wrong time. The tender closing everyone gives. It seems to be a theme in my life. It sends me down the path of never-ending what if's and self shaming for things that maybe could have been. If I worked harder. If I tried to be better. If I changed. Always coming back to certainty the root of the problem is me. If I was worth it to make the wrong time right. But what if it wasn't me? What if it was just the timing?
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Mar 16, 2018
Mar 16, 2018 at 12:01 AM UTC
its not you, its me.
Right place, wrong time. The tender closing everyone gives. It seems to be a theme in my life. It sends me down the path of never-ending what if's and self shaming for things that maybe could have been. If I worked harder. If I tried to be better. If I changed. Always coming back to certainty the root of the problem is me. If I was worth it to make the wrong time right. But what if it wasn't me? What if it was just the timing?
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Mar 16, 2018
Mar 16, 2018 at 12:01 AM UTC
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