Me, the presence I can’t escape, I can try to outwit me, but me usually catches me out.
I have to face the fact I’m stuck with me.
Me is tiring, me is my attention seeker, me is the maker of my indecisions of my insecurities of my badness and occasional goodness.
For better or for worse, no divorce allowed, it’s me and me, both being the one, for ever and ever.
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