Failure
The thing I seem to be very good at
No one knows the hatred that comes with failure unless they’ve experienced it
Or ironically, the comfort that comes from failure.
Where your failure becomes a sign to quit
Where comfort in settling becomes prison
And your choices become a jury
But alas, one can never win unless they’ve truly failed
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Author:
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