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May 2014
Caught
on the hook of selfishness
I run but it pulls me back in

Just
when I thought I was beyond this
Old thoughts reach the surface again

Me, mine, and I
sound as bad as they taste
Words that race from my lips to my brain

Cut the line,
shut the mouth, and forget about "self"
There's a thought I could entertain
Written by
Gabriel A Flynn
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