He comes to me when I least want him 
He's the taunting voice inside my head 
Sometimes he makes me want to give in 
I want to agree when he tells me 
You're not good enough 
You're a failure, a miserable failure 
I tell him to go to hell 
Then at midnight he comes around again 
like a fungus that keeps on spreading 
and just won't die 
He's cruel, bitter, and leaves a bad taste in my mouth 
I love him 
I hate him 
He pushes me around until I am black and blue 
They say I should forget him 
I tell them I know 
But something inside me needs him 
and besides, there is no getting rid of my old friend Doubt 
Belongs to Cambria Covell.
Cambria I love it! And the pic above it! Where is that from!
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Nicely done,Cambria! Clever how you draw the reader along to hope for strength to be delivered to your heroine and distance to be delivered to the antagonist, just to find they are one in the same.
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