I falied. But it's ok. I'm still alive so my fear didn't eat me or chew me and spit me, torn apart into pieces and all that.

I failed. But things still work out and true joy still oozes from the things I can do.

I failed. But there are things that I can still try. As a signal of respect to myself.

The whole world is still out there. Let's wander around.


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