Self doubtA Poem by Monterord
The little self doubt plants like a seed in your brain;
Mass producing and spreading Like a disease or a fast food franchise-its comforting but in the end Its not good for you. In the end. In the end, what if were not good enough? We might as well enjoy it here. We'll be here a while. © 2012 Monterord |
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Added on February 1, 2012 Last Updated on February 1, 2012 |