Breaking Out of My Shell

Joining a collaborative magazine.

Just that alone—
I never thought it would take this much courage...

Until now, I felt safe with only a few likes.

The excuse that
"I haven't given it my all yet."

I know what I can do, but
I haven't done it yet.

That's why,

I had a defensive wall saying it was fine
that I had few likes and followers.

I even acted tough like this ⬇

Another version of myself

"What if nothing changes
even after I've done everything I can?"

Whispering like this, trying to keep me in my current world.

There is another one,
another version of me whispering too.

If nothing changes,
"It's okay to get hurt."
"Isn't it okay to cry if it gets painful?"

So,

If nothing changes,
I decided to "get hurt,"
and I gave myself permission to "cry if I want to."

"I will do everything I can."

This way, I think my true self knew that staying in this world of excuses would hurt my heart even more.

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I think my true self knew that
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Finally,
I have arrived in a world where I can no longer make excuses.

Joining the magazine,
even though it's just this,

How sensitive can I be... I am... 😞