There's a part of me that knows no fight.
There's a part of me that tries.
There's a part of me that never wins.
There's a part of me that hides.
There are pieces of me that never die.
There are pieces of me that were never alive.
There are pieces of me consumed by life.
There are pieces of me plagued by insecurities.
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2 comments:
Don't we all have these parts? Let the most optimistically promising ones shine!
You tried and never won. Loosing is better than not trying. You've tried!
Focus on your abilities for now, and see those insecurities fade away.
Life is off balance because you have stopped riding the bicycle that we call life. Keep pedaling!
You are as we all are.
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