Panic struck as I felt a slip back into old habitsWhy is this path so easy to follow?Don’t follow meFor I would only lead us into disarrayI can’t help but be his damsel in distress Filled with disappointmentThe plan is to micromanageFor I cannot let go of controlI cried over the loss of perfectionI shattered glass to relax my angerIt didn’t break as I would hope forMy clouded judgment left doubt in my mindI went to bed with thoughts of failure,after I woke up feeling grey.

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