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My Own Worst Enemy

Stabbing myself with criticism,

Inflicting scars through judgment.

Wounded by fearful hopelessness,

As I bleed out my own confidence.

Goals are limited by negative views,

Incapable of achieving full success.

Brawling with the mental despair,

Trying to uplift a positive stance.

Also at war with a harmful world,

Fighting for a spot in civilization.

Dueling with barriers to end misery,

On a determined mission for peace.

By combating my own worst enemy,

The wounds of self-esteem can heal.

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Dan Templar

I like this. My favorite line was..."The wounds of self-esteem can heal."
:) Dan

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Larry Ran

Hi Michael, my man,

We need to chill.  Your words are powerful, but we need your brilliant mind at ease.  You can not change the world, especially this one, tumulting out of control.  So get hold of yourself.  Give of your heart and protect of your soul.  Do not be enveloped by the monsters that we all now face.  Let the men that were born to circumvent these devils, send them all straight to Hell.

Peace and Love,

xox Larry

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Sana.A

Wow. That was amazing to read.  So much meaning.  " The wounds of self- esteem can heal"

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Sana. A :)))

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