Bullied myself for decades to be a perfectionist
The concept of "never giving up" sold to me at a price of my own peace
Podcasts after podcasts
Trying to push me for something that I was meant for in my past life
If I switch too fast they throw "I told u so", would tag me "unfocused"
I kept count of the masters whenever my crayons would go out of the line
The depth of frustration got too high
I want to wear my mistakes like marks on my knees from learning how to walk
My body dissected into a rigid dichotomy
Took me years of tears and sleepless nights pacing
To break the chains I was embracing
To know I am better off being a jack
I will do everything to fit perfectly like water
I will pour myself from one vessel to another
No I am not taking passion for habit
The one who gives up is a " loser " but the one who tries something to find out it wasn't made for her happiness has no name
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