My flawless imperfection
Sometimes hinders my progression
It slows me to my soul
Flows deep like my depression
The regression sometimes gets us
Uncontrollable pint size weapons
Our minds are often reckless
By design to second guess us
Self protection makes affection
Breed anxiety thoughts of rejection
Feelings without thought suppression
Leave us lonely in our presence
So we question the second guessin
and just see how much it gets us
Take the risks and learn our lessons
Learn to deal with the consequences
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