times like these…

~

many times i struggle with my sense of self ~

feeling frustrated,

useless,

sorry

and

sad

~

i can lack bubbles in the bottle,

see thru shades of gray,

and

dig holes

way

deep

into

the

ground

~

it is who i am,

sometimes,

and

i am not particularly fond of this girl

but

she is

who

i

have

to live

with

in this

ever-changing

world

~

changing colors…

~

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