walk out all your social doubt because it’s an anchor to your soul. you wear it like a crown of thorns. count out your afraids like Mississippis. you’ve been told you’re not being denied because you’re not what they want, they just want something more. can you phrase it so that it sounds worth fighting for? can’t talk everyone into everything. this time it’s you that needs explaining. this time there’s nothing left next to a regretted goodbye and a half-eaten piece of cake
