Atelophobia

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The fear of not
being good enough.

A toxic relationship,
with myself.
Through my lips will slip,
What once was written on my shelf.

What I am,
is what I am not.

Never satisfied,
with what I do.
So i'll leave it untried,
until I get through,
with my twisted point of view,
of really not wanting to disappoint you.

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