With It
It’s always a struggle: seeing good. A journey taken daily of worth. "Can I do this? HOW do I do this? Will it work, if it does how do I manage it well?", questions that plague this busy mind. Overthinking I guess. Self conscious, absolutely. Stopping before starting, yet this is shifting; I know. Doors open as I walk halls of thought and emotion. First cracking then opening. Sometimes it's only a few, other times just one , hope and good shine into the darkened hallways of me. The day before me changes, and my unhealthy self with it.
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