I killed my pride.
I buried it six feet below the ground.
Now, it has found its way back to me.
It has crawled it's way out of the grave,
And now, grabs me by the throat.
Haunting me,
Daunting me.
Shoving it's very existence in my face,
Showing me thousands of reasons why I shouldn't have abandoned it.
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