Pride
Its a dangerous addiction
it makes me feel high, and its nice, why lie
although, its lead to many devastations.
self-love is important,
but at times i wonder if its worth it?
hurting those i consider significant.
All because i put myself first,
it makes me question all the time
whats worse?
lying to protect someone
or hurting myself
and falling for someone.
Then i come to the conclusion,
because of my huge ego
all my lovers, have turned into delusions.
(k.a)
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