It's the feeling of rejection that always makes my stomach currdle.
Because it's the thought of not being good enough, and that someone else is better.
It's like being a cookie in the cookie jar,
and you were part of the very first batch,
the testing batch.
So you're left in the jar,
and with each hand that dips its way in,
you're hoping to get chosen.
But you never are.
Because there's always another cookie,
one that wasn't part of the testing batch,
that's just more appealing to the eye,
than the nasty first try.
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