My Own Worst Enemy

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My own worst enemy,

living a couple rooms away.

He wears my clothes as if it is his,

and believes I do not notice.

He cares too much about how others see him,

and does not even give me a skim.

He hurts me with his actions,

and all of his distractions.

Yet we have so much in common,

this is nothing but rottin.

It is as if we are one,

and it can not be outrun.

In a way our actions are the same,

but who is to blame?

I mean we are related,

but was not awaited.

Who is my own worst enemy?

Even I wish I knew.

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