The feeling
in your stomach
that you get
when you fail,
is a flopping
throbbing,
sorrowful
feeling.
For those who care.
The feeling
in your head
that you get
when you fail,
is a head throbbing,
whydoievenbother kind of feeling.
For those who care.
The feeling
that you feel
when you fail,
is not a pleasent
iamgladibothered kind of feeling.
And i care.
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no confusion here wisdon here the great truth of living always live even in struggle a fine poem