Reluctance,
is a spoon of regret,
mixed with the broth of fear,
and a dash of ego.
The medicine,
bitter as it may be,
has a limited time,
an appropriate window.
Late,
is not better than never,
it’s a lie to comfort you,
that you took way too long,
to overcome your self.
And now,
you have no one to grieve,
but your lowly self.
W.E.
This couldn’t be more true…
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