You are a mystery to me.

Every time things are going well,

I’m so close to getting my figurative foot in the door,

you pop up,

Stopping me in my tracks.

Frustrating me over the tiniest of mistakes.

A misunderstood letter,

A missed blank space.

What exactly is your point?

Why do you even exist but to torture me until I get you exactly correct?

You are my biggest pet peeve, if you can even be a pet peeve.

You are a mystery to me.

A miserable frustrating mystery that drives me crazy and forces me to prove that


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