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May 15
Ego
Ego, my dearest friend and sworn enemy
I seek to please you but you will be the death of me

I hold you always in high regards,
althoug I should really tear you apart

My decisions and plans are yours to control
Please take it easy on my soul

Your roots are deep and constantly pulling.
The goodness that grows has no chance to dwell in

Future, past and even present.
You remain in me like an infinite regression.
Written by
Sarah  21/F/Sweden
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