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25.04.19
What was once exciting
What was once what I loved
What I still love
Feels like nothing
Because the numbers tell me different
That I'll never be to that level
That what I create will never be good enough
I'm a small fish in a large pond I never imagined existed
I never thought it would be this wide
Maybe I should carry on, for the ones that love me and the ones that are waiting for me
Or maybe I shouldn't since the numbers tell me I'm not good enough even though people tell me that I'm more than enough.
You're killing my passion for what I love, this utopia
It feels like glass being rubbed into my face
With my mind telling me to stop, stop creating stop.
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