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A poem about the beast some people battle. |
| Guilt and shame have driven it away. The beast retreats. The idea grows in the mind. The beast stalks. No! I can resist. I won’t do it. The beast waits. One won’t hurt, I guess. The beast approaches. Damn, that feels so good. The beast pounces. Maybe I’ll do only one more. The beast sinks in his claws. Okay, another, then that’s it. The beast takes a bite. Oh, well, I’ve started now. The beast roars. I might as well enjoy myself. The beast consumes. Why did I give in? I'm worthless. The beast laughs. Please check out my ten books: http://www.amazon.com/Jr.-Harry-E.-Gilleland/e/B004SVLY02/ref=ntt_dp_epwbk_0 |