Precision of language
is an impossibility.
Junior high me liked attention.
She exaggerated the emotions of her life
in ways that were unrealistic and untrue
and she got her attention.
Present day me still likes attention.
But I also value the preservation of authenticity,
the precision of language,
saying what I mean.
Today that precision failed.
I failed it
and I failed me.
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