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loss of speed
Doubt, perhaps there's an anti Cupid
shooting arrows, hitting targets
I feel the wound, see no one
it feels like an external force
I'm not laughing, but they are
perhaps I should name them
I'd pick Stupid
but that feels like a reindeer
see! Doubt made me say that...
I'm nicer without an arrow in my chest
Datson appeals as a name - take that!
oh - he's still got the upper hand
taking goodness and making it drain away
I don't want to be full of holes
I'm running out of time for this poem
an hour glass that can't be turned over
no restarting the timer
Datson - I'm onto you
I will fight you
you will not win
well, you're on the list
1. shower
2. breakfast
3. take girls to gymnastics
4. pick up bits from shops
5. resolve to defeat self doubt
I'm sure you can see I'm serious about this
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Di11y Da11y
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