Self love is something that I preach to those in the depths of drear;
We all do.
However, it is always so hypocritical.
Doubts are always present.
And in the back of our minds, they wreck havoc.
Influencing our actions, our beliefs.
We are mutated into something that is far less than our potential.
We are all held tight around the neck by these leashes held by the most cruel of masters.
Ruled are we by these things that are far below us.
Yet, we cannot seemingly swim against these currents in our moments of weakness.
Jealousy, envy, greed.
Tell me that you have not fallen victim, and I will have identified a liar.
In this hole, there is only room for ourselves. Lone.
In the dirt encompassment, we will remain until we start chipping away at the falsities that have become our projections.
We will remain entombed until we become able to see the light peeking in around the perimeter of that solid concrete ceiling.
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