I fight quite often,
With the devil inside me.
It jostles with me,
In most cases, for free.
When I tremble at night,
It has a smile on its face.
When I get anxious before people,
It jumps ever so high.
I do give it reason to believe,
Its plurality and my single state.
In the sweat on my forehead,
The small lump in my throat.
The defeat in spirits of mine,
It finds an audience to boast.
I fight quite often,
With the devil inside me.
It makes me bounded,
To my figure so lonely.

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