I wrote last night and it felt good to create. My thots nudged me in my sleep until I stumbled around for pen and paper. I just scribbled down thot after thot and maybe it was still-born but I loved it anyway. I don't think I'm getting better, I just think I'm getting use to this feeling of never making it "good enuff." I struggle for the perfect
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fuck you!!!!
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love ya,
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love ya
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