antagonist
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My Ars Poetica: A Different Kind of Animal
Nothing turns a stomach like the rancid aura that cradles the furry carcass of a life that once was.
It's such a plot tiwst,
When you're your own worst antagonist.
It's not people who hurt you,
It's late night thoughts you drew.
What happens when you're the biggest enemy?
