Dear Perfectionism

Shattered glass representative of the shattered bones this teen author writes about
I spin, twirl, shake, leap. You're still there as I watch others. You're in my mind as I create. You're telling me I'm bad - I'm going to fall. I try to ignore you. I try, I try, I try but, I can't multitask! As I forget what's going on, you come back stronger. "You're going to fall, you're going to fall," you say...

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