Looking back again,
We’ve turned around.
There are regrets,
Then there are none.
I don’t know what’s better.
I’ve nothing that I want,
I’m all that I have.
I sell myself for pennies
on the dollar.
I’m worth a lot
but refuse to believe it.
I’m not selling myself short,
I’m selling myself wide.
To me, this is all very confusing
yet makes perfect sense.
If I said that I’m doing the best
that I can
it is a lie. Don’t believe it.
I could always be improving.
I’m stuck in circles looping back
on to itself. Get me a new pattern.
I’m ready.
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