Did I do something wrong?

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 I both hate and love that I asked

Did I do something wrong?

In the past I wouldn't have asked 

I would have filled in the blanks with my pain

I did ask and got the right answer

So why do I hate that I asked

Because it left me vulnerable

I am not good with that feeling

I left my self open to pain and ridicule

When I ask I internally braced myself for the pain

Also it means I still feel like I'm not good enough

I'm moving forward but a long way to go

Each step gets me closer

Today I asked the question I needed to ask

Someday I wont assume I did something wrong

One breath, thought, step, day at a time




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