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Jul 2023
I do this to myself
Accept fights I could never win

Search for ways to disprove
What I've sought all of my days

Hurl myself into the ring
A luchador with something to prove

The fight rages on
And I lose my will

In fear and self doubt
I sabotage my win

Allowing the opponent that is my mind
To deliver that last fateful blow
The History: I stayed up late and compared myself to everything you could want in a woman. I break my own heart over and over again until you grow tired and leave.
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jǫrð  26/F/United States
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   --- and Pyrrha
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