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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required I splash my ideas onto a canvas of creation. Creativity seems to run off of the painting as I try to rush perfection. I feel the stress of procrastination placing its weight on my chest. Drops of craftsmanship fall from the edges, being destroyed by the harsh impact with the ground. Stress turns to regret as time escapes me more and more. Pressures of failure squeeze my head and puncture my thoughts. I cannot handle the weight anymore. Stress crushes the easel of my mind, causing it to collapse. The contents of my brain burst from the severity of the fall. Everything has failed. I have failed. My mind has failed. I try to scoop what I can save back into my skull but, it all seeps back out through the cracks. I watch as all I have worked for drains out of my head into the mouths of stress and pressure. I run my fingers across my scalp and feel the cracks close up, leaving my abilities to die. I stop feeling the cracks. My fingers slip in between chunks of my hair and cling to it. I widen my eyes as I attempt to pull my hair out my head. Pain shoots throughout my body, stinging my retinas and burning my head. I stop feeling the cracks because all I can feel is the pain. I want to give up. Give up on creation. Give up on trying. Give up on pulling my hair. But all I can feel is the pain stinging, burning, and laughing at me. I watch as I float away from my mind. I watch it get consumed by monsters. I stop pulling my hair and fall back to my mind. Pain still boils my heart as I watch my mind get consumed. Tears attempt to sooth my pain but dry up short of the source. I reach for the tears but only get failure. I reach again. Failure. I reach again. Nothing. My tears soon turn into sadness as failure accompanies my procrastination. I want to kill failure but it’s too strong. I kick at it. It breaks my legs. I swing at it. It bites off my fingers. I feed it conventions. It vomits them all over what I have left. I give up and scream for mercy. Failure laughs. Stress pulls my hair. Pressure breaks my bones. I try and try and try but failure eats my soul.
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