Nothing seem to go right
My stagnation seems ordained
Defying all keys, conceivable
Profound my problems, yet
Giving up is not an option
I will win
I will fight these failings
Terrible thorns in my tissue
Formidable the flaws may seem
I will fight on fiercely
To snatch victory, perfectly
I will win
Though I appear allergic to success
I have made a declaration
Defeat is not my portion
l will not cower, no never
I will fight this fiend
I will win
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