Mornings with blissful beginnings,
Marks the undertone for believing.
Failure can be deceiving.
To try again,
While in pain.
To keep going,
Through the river of tears.
This fear of doubt,
It makes me bury myself in this clout.
To be me.
Without the need for a 'sorry.'
The timeless apology.
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