Deflated.
Like realizing that all the work that went into something really amounted to nothing in the end.
It comes and it goes.
Just like a breeze.
On a spring day, nothing is more pleasant than a nice floating breeze.
But on a cold winter night, it is only the contrary.
Nothing seems to be more piercing than the cold.
Today seems to be one of the 'winter nights'
Just the feeling of knowing that you're not adequate enough in some form is a deflating notion.
So squeeze the air from me once more, I'm sure you'd never notice that I'm a shell of what I once was.
I remain a lifeless basketball , being retrieved by nature as I slowly rot by a hoop that has long since been abandoned.
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