butterfingers

You cut yourself short. All the time. Snip snip. Doubtful. So full of everything negative.  Why lady do you give up so easily? Why do you assume that you are wrong, and where do you put all the anger? How do you place passion in space when the method is so unforgiving?   The ideas are like sparks and they come and they go, come and go with me.  I want to remember everything but in turn that makes me forget so much.  If I think too much about the details it makes me mess up and go slower.  But if I just keep dancing I might just keep up.  Giddy up everyone.  Its a fucking rodeo.

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