I’ve gotten to this place of self deprecation
In a hole ineptitudes
A shaky ground of fortitude and admittance
Since when did I start believing my mind was such a mental hinderance
Success propped up on perception
The smoke’s run out
7 years bad luck
I’m walking on shattered glass and I’ve tainted the well
It’s time to drop my stones and move on
The space this use to hold is now gone
Feb 24, 2025
Feb 24, 2025 at 7:01 PM UTC
I’ve gotten to this place of self deprecation
In a hole ineptitudes
A shaky ground of fortitude and admittance
Since when did I start believing my mind was such a mental hinderance
Success propped up on perception
The smoke’s run out
7 years bad luck
I’m walking on shattered glass and I’ve tainted the well
It’s time to drop my stones and move on
The space this use to hold is now gone
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