Insecurity Central Command

sometimes i am a factory of insecurities, mass-producing them on long assembly lines.

or maybe my insecurities are cancer cells that never stop dividing.

they're kind of like "The Sorcerer's Apprentice," in that they never stop. I keep hoping I'll run out, but that hasn't happened yet. they expand exponentially, not geometrically, like a chain reaction.

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