Self Sabotage
My forward path is full of trials and tribulations ... I stop and second guess myself, for fear of failing. I can't escape these lonely nights and tears I've cried upon the stones the waves caress and crashing. I leave behind tomorrow with dreams everlasting. Fuzzy head and a sickly stomach, the prizes I won are memories and day old vomit.
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