Battle

I fight a battle with myself every night and every day, and even though my victories are many, it is the losses that loom large, that rise up as a monster in the middle of the night and threaten to eat my alive. I desire what I can’t have, and when it is on offer I push away. I am my worst enemy, and only on brief occasions am I my best friend.

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