a letter to myself:
sometimes its scary that you wake up realising that you are just
not good enough.
unknowingly defined by the grades, the letters, the different numerical terms pinned on you, the stares, the glares, the unsatisfying looks people put on you.
sometimes, when you just cannot figure it all out, you live on, you stay rooted to moving grounds,
simply without knowing why.
time flies days pass years go
but up till now
i still pretty much cannot tell myself that
i know myself.
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