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Ridding of Self Sabotage

It happens without notice, without sound or warning.

All of a sudden it's just there.

The unnamed feeling. The feeling that something of importance is missing. Broken. Dead. Too late. Or fucked up. And it is my fault. Of course.

Except it isn't. Never was, really. I have always done the best I can from my heart.

I get to see how my patterns have been fighting, struggling and really made best efforts to sabotage the possible reward from a heartfelt and honest presence may be.

The ongoing self-sabotage from within.

Busted! Over and over.

For every time a little weaker.



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