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  • I'm wondering if its the self-doubt that's exhausting.
    I just wrote that first line and deleted it, twice, before catching myself red-handed. I was already thinking I was onto a loser, way before the first full-stop.

    The hope is that this in some way is a birth. There has to be a reward at the end of it; at the end of endless days of all this, turning my world on its head.

    Focused to failing in under an hour then back again - several times before the day is out.
    Heart singing to heart sinking before breakfast is digested - and all in my head.
    Bright future to best days behind me, just in time for afternoon tea.
    My gut feeling is in love, driving-test dread, exam results day, best friend's funeral. Squeezing, churning, fluttering, lumpen. Dawn till dusk.

    Tired doesn't begin to cover it.
    I'm told I've never looked better.
    I can't see the future.
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