Me, me, me, I always end up
making everything about myself
this flesh of mine I must deny
before it destroys my soul, I wouldn’t
see it coming if I didn’t
start paying attention.
Me, me, me, I always end up
making everything about myself
this flesh of mine I must deny
before it destroys my soul, I wouldn’t
see it coming if I didn’t
start paying attention.
We tend to do that don’t we. Lovely poem. 🙂
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