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Post by geneva on Oct 2, 2003 0:34:11 GMT -5
the bitter taste of failure is a hard one to swallow stumbling running falling again cursing each painful fall
after so many hours of running still my feet are unskilled blindly falling into the crevices that lie ahead
how many more times will I trip before I fly?
each time I loathingly pull myself back up I swear to not make the same mistake again but always I fail
you are always one step ahead a different face another name but still the leering horrible trap lies ahead
the alien hills block my view for all I know the world ends in just a few steps and the distance I have crawled is worthless
I have no more strength not even enough energy to stop
and so I fall again my knees and palms burning with the stinging hateful agony of this defeat
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