Self Sabotage

There’s a page in my life I ripped out twice.
It just keeps reappear.
I don’t want to have to burn that chapter.
But I’m begining to think that’s the only option.
I’ve been cradling the entire book…
hoping I can shield it from whoever keeps rewriting those line.
And then it click!
I realized I am the culprit.
Sabotaging my own story for a drop of excitement that’s not good for me.
Setting aflame the hearts of good people.
I’m not worthy of anything else written in my favor.
But it’s my story.
I’m attracted to things that poison the soul.
I’m the festering abyss or even a black hole.

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