I'm only in competition with my old self.
I would smoke and drink to forget the day.
Now sober i live higher and higher than ever before.
Living day by day.
No more apathy.
No old ways.
I have beaten myself with no regrets.
To be impeccable with my word.
To not take things personal.
To not make assumptions.
I will be my very best.
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Poetic Burrito (Pseudonym) (
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Interesting how we are our own worst critics impregnated with the ideas of parents and society we accept and rebel. A good poem with a message.
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