Inspiration hits with a flash, stories written on the go. A rumble of laughter and the tale is heard only in echoes. The wind blows me in a new direction. Whom shall I visit next?
I need to love myself--but that's quite hard.
I don't know how to do it, nor do I
Have guidance, step by step success. I'm barred
From learning this great skill--I heave a sigh.
Oh, if there is a way to learn, I'll study,
Take notes, and practice till I gain the knack.
I'll kneel until the ground beneath me's bloody!
So far, whene'er I try, there's an attack
From deep within me. What have I to give?
I've failed, I've erred, I'm guilty--says my mind.
It's easy to love others--'tis to live;
My drawbacks are so easy now to find...
But oh! I know that I must comprehend
That way to love me--else I meet mine end.
No prequels yet. Why not write one?
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