I try to run from disappointment everywhere I go. It follows me. It is my constant. I'm the disappointment. I'm the one who isn't good enough. I get compared to anything that has a pulse. Right when I feel my self emerging from the darkness, something pulls me back in. The one thing I had confidence in is now shattered. I know people will excel more than me in this, but not her. I actually thought I had a chance to be better; I was wrong. Everything I've ever believed in is crushed glass tearing into my skin...
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