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There’s something in me that wants to destroy me A voice that works to punish without reason A hand that is brought down undeservedly on an innocent conscience.   A cane that leaves ****** lines across my mind As it beats the positivity into submission And a spear which impales my confidence Like a soldier would do to its enemy.
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Jul 24, 2019
Jul 24, 2019 at 2:47 PM UTC
Inner Critic
There’s something in me that wants to destroy me A voice that works to punish without reason A hand that is brought down undeservedly on an innocent conscience.   A cane that leaves ****** lines across my mind As it beats the positivity into submission And a spear which impales my confidence Like a soldier would do to its enemy.
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18/M/South Africa
Jul 24, 2019
Jul 24, 2019 at 2:47 PM UTC
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