By Few Means
And as I held on I was only as strong as my weakest arm, since I never bothered putting both hands to work together. And to be blunt, I'm being a procrastinating fuck, half assed passive intentions. I guess that it's easier to be content with average, when you only give a fraction of what you have, so I'll just stand here arms crossed. I'd rather scrape by then strive and falter, I guess it's comforting to know that if I fuck up, I can play it off like I could have done it better. One of my great fears that has been prevalent for years, is having shortcomings while knowing I have been trying. I guess it's time to let go and let it be so, and crawl back into bed and... I guess that it's easier to be content with average, when you only give a fraction of what you have.
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