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My perfect enemy

My perfect enemy: The one who knows all of my weaknesses, he taunts me and knows exactly when and how to exploit my strenght, weakness, talents, virtues and even my curiosities. He stands tall, atleast taller than me and draped in black and cloaked by shadow he only reveals himself when there is opportunity for his success which is interdependant upon my failure. He tells me im weak, he tells me that im less than, he tells me im nothing. He persues me until i surrender. He comforts me and extends his hand, beckoning me to extend mine. As im dragged down i feel weightless, i taste the pleasure of the forbidden fruit that he tempts me with. I feel free by releasing my will and discipline. The bottom comes swiftly as if it crashed into me as opposed to me fallin to it. Then he stands before me slightly taller than he was before, blacker, colder. And with one look he stikes deep into my heart the feelings of defeat with a side of hatered.

I stare back powerless and regretful pledging to never succomb to his wicked will again. The climb out is far less enjoyable than the fall , the road back is a long one a hard one a lonely one. I remind myself of why im here and the consequence is my just due, and again i vow to resist. I persist forcing onward to come back to the light. I breach the ground emerging tired and worn from the hole and as i feel the warmth on my face i know that i am not worthy for i just spent time in my own chosen darkness. I stand up brushing my self off and i look back at my own perfect enemy, my most worthy adversary my breaking point.

I am my own perfect enemy.