Writtern by: Cody Collins
imagine being filled with every doubt you’ve ever had in your life
imagine that doubt multiplying as fast as it doubles the first time
imagine the space it needed to grow in
imagine the weight of it all
imagine a life where you beg to empty
this debt filled doubt is dependent on dormant hearts
my doubt has never been more tired
I feel every story i have ever told
I feel it being completely different yet exactly the same each time i told it
I feel as if the narrator runs laps love just to get exhausted by it
I feel as though every story of growth I’ve told was manufactured by the once old, the one made of mould
I feel beaten
but at least I’m feeling something, right?
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