The Unfinished Piece I take myself apart as I try to assemble it... afraid to finish it - afraid to discover the final product. Will it be good? Will it be bad? Perhaps I fear that it just won't be good enough.
I take myself apart as I try to assemble it... afraid to finish it - afraid to discover the final product.
Will it be good? Will it be bad? Perhaps I fear that it just won't be good enough.
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