(E.H for shoplimbs)

I often feel like failure is waiting on my doorstep. It could be like a parcel, and you know you want to open it, and it's what you've been waiting for, and it's everything you expected it to be. After all, you'd lusted after it, worked hard, waited patiently for the perfect day for it to arrive. For you to finally get it. Expectations are set and you can't expect to get everything you want. But if you don't get it, it's not that it wasn't deserved...it just wasn't meant to be. Maybe it works differently for you, but this is how it goes for me.

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