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#unready
I am uncertain can I really do this go to college live on my own make my own money be an adult get my license I'm not ready everything is happening so fast I feel disoriented will I ever feel capable I can't do this it's too much just breathe you can do this anxiety captures me again I don't know if I can do this
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Mar 14, 2025
Mar 14, 2025 at 8:06 AM UTC
Uncertainty
Move along the tiny voice whispered Not yet she said It's okay, take your time But do not become comfortable For you will remain still as a statue
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Feb 5, 2021
Feb 5, 2021 at 10:15 PM UTC
Moving on
I am unsteady Unable to cope with these thoughts With each new trouble I'm never ready Unprepared for what life has thrown Feeling as if I could choke On these memories I own I'm not worthy of what is good But not deserving of the evils If I could erase the past I would And still I can't forget what I should
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Apr 15, 2019
Apr 15, 2019 at 9:27 PM UTC
Unsteady
The tears in my eyes have not yet to fall Because I remember when I do cry, I don't cry but bawl. Then I structure and build a great wall And grow and grow in reverse, anything but big, oh so small. The hair in my face still glistens as it snows My blinking eyes flicker at the reminder that it's me you chose. The cheeks on my face as red as a rose, But thoughts in my mind, as they quickly slow. Makes me wonder, what are our plans? Will you leave as the tears on my face dance? Would you ever give me a second or third or fourth chance? Will there ever be another incident where we touch hands? Am I overthinking already? I'm so sorry, I'll try and go steady. My thoughts can be so destructive and deadly. But I can promise you that someday I'll be ready.
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Mar 8, 2018
Mar 8, 2018 at 9:09 PM UTC
It's Not You, It's Me
The hours disappear instantly like blown out flames off weary candles. But time is no match for such raging hearts. We would still hold up the receding indigo ceiling above us. We would prop up the sullen moon to stave off the dawning day. We will clutch the dwindling stars and hug them close to our chests. Because we know the words too well. Words we simply couldn't cage except to say that... *We are not yet ready to leave but we look forward to diving headlong into the inevitable restart.* Just so the day could grant us a slate brand new. Just so that come night, we could begin all over again.
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May 7, 2016
May 7, 2016 at 6:41 PM UTC
Begin Again