most days i feel talentless
like i can't do anything original.
every thought i have had is taken, paraphrased from something i've seen, read, or heard
down deep in my heart where all my insecurities lay i doubt myself until i don't know who i am anymore and am utterly convinced that nothing i do has any substance or meaning or life
right when that happens you know
and you dive down to the bottom of the cliff where i am
and you take me into your strong arms and you whisper to me
shhh
you are special
you are kind
there is no one else in the world who is like you
and you mean everything to me
-comfort
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My Life and Other Sad Things
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