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Confession


I hate the fact that I stutter and badly slur my words I hate the fact that I try to cover it up with silence My heart breaks over the fact that I can't have an actual relationship with my friends, or family I'm so alien to them I hate to disappoint so often So I avoid their eyes at all times Too afraid to see their shame I despise the fact that I am so ashamed of myself What is there to be ashamed of? I should be proud I'm pretty awesome I fear my fear because it's holding me back from so much My potential is limitless My impact could be astounding And I hate myself because I'm too afraid to try
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