This conversation was ultimately about whether or not I would apply myself,
and I knew I would,
I knew I had my compass,
the same one from the woods,
and the dirt bikes,
and the corner store,
so I knew I would get there eventually,
I just didn't know who would wait for me,
or who loved me that way,
unconditionally,
I just wasn't sure,
again,
and again,
until I was out of breath from my own doubt---
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