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Published: 2008-06-01 02:46:01 +0000 UTC; Views: 188; Favourites: 1; Downloads: 7
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Self DoubtIt lies in my head like a dead fish,
rotting, getting worse and worse.
Like a lump or bump, something I wont miss.
Like a old used tissue in a purse.
It sits in my mouth like a bad taste,
with stink it passes unto others.
It stays where it is like a paste.
It infects all my brothers,
I must get rid of such a thing with haste!
It will pass like any rain,
like any other bad day.
No thought shall ever cause me bane,
for with self doubt is not my way.
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Comments: 8
StraightJacketRed In reply to xXRisen-DemonXx [2008-12-12 22:05:49 +0000 UTC]
bane >noun a cause of great distress or annoyance.
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xXRisen-DemonXx In reply to StraightJacketRed [2008-12-14 21:25:06 +0000 UTC]
ah okay.
i'm going to have to use that now
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CaptainQuirk [2008-07-13 16:49:22 +0000 UTC]
Hmm... Good point. I never thought about doubt's infectious nature.
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StraightJacketRed In reply to CaptainQuirk [2008-07-13 19:55:06 +0000 UTC]
ha ha... i had doubts about that poem! lol kinda ironic!
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StraightJacketRed In reply to CaptainQuirk [2008-07-13 19:53:55 +0000 UTC]
ah yes, i have doubts about a lot of things, i even had doubt about that poem, kinda ironic!
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