I open my hands as soon I've closed them. So hot it feels like it could burn my skin. I do wonder though... Wonder if it's the temperature or the responsibility that burns the hottest. I'm still the same kid that chooses to overlook the unavoidable until there's no possible escape. It's a reflection of fear, the ever-present ghost of failure hovering around me. I don't want to face it though I must, even knowing that if I do then at least I'll actually have a chance at succeeding. But the papers lie quietly on the table and I don't even make a second attempt at reaching them, I simply walk away. How did the saying go? Oh, yes... Eyes that don't see, heart that doesn't feel...
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