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Thy name is Ego

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Thy name is Ego, the master of my being. With your art of self, you have the power to lead me into the intricate world of diverse selves and unique bodies. Oh, how your alluring voice beckons me, tempting me with promises of glory and recognition. You entice me to climb the treacherous mountain of success, to stand atop its peak and bask in the admiration of others.

But in your pursuit, I often lose sight of what truly matters. The warmth of genuine connections, the beauty of simple moments, the joy of being alive. You blind me with your insatiable thirst for validation, causing me to neglect the things that make life worth living.

Oh, Ego, how you mesmerize me with your persuasive words and seductive charms. But I must remember to resist your spell, to stay true to myself and my values. For only then can I find peace and happiness within, free from the chains of your all-consuming influence. Lead me not into the world of mere appearances and hollow accomplishments, but guide me towards a life of authenticity and fulfillment.





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