there's a fine line between underestimating and overestimating oneself...and I'm slowly learning to walk on it...
...while un-cluttering piles of poetry, and vomiting pages of writing, and researching the future of me in news and a few other amalgams of projects, i have found the time to breathe and be a 22 year old.
...found time to paint my nails and talk some sense to the non-sensical (word ref to my dearest Safa), and those that need it most. including myself...
that is to say, a slashed tire or a flat one or broken necklaces or strangers and rude comments or unabashed flattery, get easier and easier to filter through and out.
you know?
you know.
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