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I have pity, I have depression
Pity on my depression
For the fear of something to say
witty or smart

Short, life is
And I feel the effects,
With this slow tongue

Isn’t it sad?!
The race has already started
and all the way in the back,
I hesitated since the beginning
And when I try to run
There are those welcoming to run
in front of them
And those throwing slick oil
on the bumpy road
Either way, I quickly turn back
With barely much hope
Turning back from those racers tied to each others
Some racing with at least 3 legs together
How will I ever get up to there now?

JUST GIVE UP MY OWN HESITATION!!!!
And run through the oil
Run through the thorns
Run on the hard floor with barefoot
But then to find out I ran the wrong way?
To be lost, again?

Fail in opinion
Fail in Tongue
Fail to say something
enjoyable to my peers
Fail to respond to witty
with own witty response
Fail in causing someone to be bland
as me
Fail to improvise a wit
with any good wit at root
But all from worst Failure
The Failure to say anything, at all

Frustration fills me
What should I do?!
Temperance?
This far in the race, if I plan to soar,
I feel even a bit of hesitation
Won’t even get me off the ground

IT’S SO FRUSTRATING
It’s SO ANNOYING
It’s so isolating
it’s so depressing…

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