You acclaim with an air of prowessness saying you sacrificed,
Huh! do you even know what it’s like?
Have you tasted the bitter gall as it chokes you down the neck?
Have you floundered at night,
beads of perspiration trickling down your spine at the thought of what you’ve missed?
No! not yet.
You’ve been wearing that self proclaimed badge of altruism not knowing why.
Self sacrifice is when you dissolve your ‘self’ and embrace the other.
Rest mere acts of sugar-coated condescent.
© Wordpolitics
Excellent.
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Thanks. 😊♥️
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❤
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The truth hurts – and this is spectacular hurt!
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Indeed! 😊
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Well-said!
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Thank you so much Priscilla.😅♥️
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I like the line “beads of perspiration trickling down your spine at the thought of what you’ve missed?” It has depth and scans nicely. As far as theme…It made me look up this Bob Dylan song.
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Thank you so much for reading my piece. Very few do genuinely. It means a lot! You’re really kind! 😊💙
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Alot of righteous anger and profoundness in this
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You’ve always been so kind! Thanks 😊
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My pleasure 🌼
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Goodpoem
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Thank you. 😊♥️
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Great!
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Well written!
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Thanks a lot.
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Welcome Upashna🙏🏻
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