to recapture the warmth
of a friendly hand on
your shoulder and the
gentle voice that says
"You're better than that"
but I'm beginning to wonder
if that's a warning or
if it's a promise.
This is a postcard poem
written to tell you that I
know what it feels like
to fail on purpose, and
still be mad at yourself
afterwards, and yeah,
it sucks but every
moment you can learn from,
take the chance - improve.
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