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The mere mention of your name is enough to cause me pain.
I remember your words.
They permeate my skin, coursing through my veins.
Once more, the seeds of doubt begin while you wait in the wings waiting to reap the harvest.
Am I good enough?
Am I worthy?
Or am I drowning in the waves of delusion?
Then I remember who I am and
I shake off your intrusion.
I know how far I have come and what I have achieved.
As one by one, the seeds of doubt fly off into the breeze.
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