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Progress


“I was taught that the way of progress was neither swift nor easy.” - Marie Curie

 

The ability to overestimate my capabilities, I 

Can’t believe I’m here again, what was

I thinking? Have past projects not taught 

Me anything? The fact that

This all could have been avoided bounces around the

Dead vials of flies in front of me. No way

I can fix this. I am the face of

(Failure) 

 

But, there is no progress

Without defeat. What was

The point of taking IRDI if neither

Failure nor frustration would swift-

Ly sweep in. But I am not a failure nor

A deserter. I reset my project. No one said this would be easy. 

 
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