When it Rains

It pours, 

A small drip of fear, tightening 

Your chest and then

You can’t move for days under the

Crushing wave of your own

Insecurities, 

Replay every interaction over and 

Over

And

Over

And

Over

And

Over. 

See all that you could have done

Better

Been kinder

Been funnier

Been everything you 

Think you should be. 

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