the cause of my own problems.
that by my choices i am
where i am today.
and that the man
in the mirror
is both my
best friend and
my worst enemy.
blaming no one else.
blaming no other causes.
i take responsibility
for who i am,
for where i am,
and for where i am going!
if there’s gonna be any changes,
i have to make them!
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