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I thought I was waiting for you
But really I was waiting on myself
I thought you were the one worth waiting for
Worthy of more
But I was deaf to my own words
An inner voice
Full of scorn had to be shorn
Discarded
For me to be ready
To live regret free
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Comments (3)
"But I was deaf to my own words". That hit me so hard!
Well said, Atomic. Best wishes in this endeavor.
Inner voices can be a real B!TCH sometimes. Good for you.