self doubt.
shoot i hate that stuff.
i know very clearly what i feel.
but a life time of denying those things
makes it real easy to do it one more time......
and one more time she wrestled with her feelings,
trying to fit them where they belong.
doesn't really work, does it?
they aren't made to order.
too bad too, that seems like it'd be sooo much easier.
and so i'll stop wrestling.
and i'll stop fighting.
maybe i'll just allow......
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