Like there are so many things in my life that just don't have answers.
It's when I know I can go after some answers, and get them.
But that I just don't.
That's the worst part.
I'm such a coward.
I worry to much at tripping over my words, and fumbling.
About my stupid stutter when I get nervous.
And instead of trying to think positive and think, "oh well maybe someone will think the stutter is cute."
I worry.
Because sometimes I care to much.
But other times it seems like I can never care enough.
Or that if I care to much and try to hard I'll lose something.
Just like I'll lose it if I don't care.
Will there ever be a happy medium for me?
It seems unlikely.
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