Freeing thoughts

Make best out of my next
Perplexed, and pinning my fault
To my memory board.

Counting loses, jaded by past wins
Weighed down by repetitive sins
Seeping through clean garments.

Sure perfection was never a choice,
Yet I push towards it in fear of falling
To catch, to admit my downs

Seem to be more frequent on the way up.

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