Sometimes in life the last person you want to listen to is yourself
I am my own worst enemy and my biggest critic
I predict a flood before the storm even happens
I let put on blinders even though the evidence is right in front me
I set goals, but remain indecisive
I cover my fear with ice
To try to ward off the damage
My head knows what I should do
But I sometimes fall victim to my heart
I continue to put my hand on a hot stove
Hoping that maybe the heat would have cooled down a little
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