"Crying to crawl"
I fear that I'm getting nowhere. On the days I am able to lay in bed in my underwear and listen to silence, I stare at the ceiling as my silhouette watches me wander. Wondering if the other part of me is judging me. Watching and waiting for me to move over, start over, get up and make it. It is becoming so difficult to wholeheartedly believe in myself. I convince myself that I do. It is still one of those days today.
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