Confessions Of : Inadequacy

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It is funny how  I’ve conveniently forgotten how it feels to be inadequate.  I move around in loops in my life evidently  and it’s that phase again where I stumble into life with wobbly legs and butter hands unable to hold on to my sense of confidence and questioning my existence.

 

 

This is a part of confession series, written in old sketch books bought to life here.

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