I’ve been too confident. Running my mouth when I know better. Keep my cards close to my chest. It’s the only way. Not all this blabbering. I hear the universe laugh as I climb down a ladder from where I sleep. It’s witnessed my arrogance. I’m destined to fail. But I won’t let that stop me.
And I need all the reasons I can find not to hate myself. But it’s hard. Even the idea makes me shiver. Because I see loving myself like looking down on others. Riding around on a high horse. And I never want to think I’m better then the people I see on the street. The ones who have it rough. The ones who don’t fit in. The ones I see my own face in.
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