The Lack Thereof

by cervelldesoroll

I wake up, stare at the ceiling and let my mind wander aimlessly about in the darkness. I hear the faint ticking of a clock in the distance. Lonely shadows.  I have never been enough, and I fear, I will never be. Sadly, those I supposedly hold dear to my heart are the fist ones to suffer my inadequacies. It’s always the same story, the same plot, the same ending.

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