Ego's my big supporter,
if everything fluctuates
and resolved believers
quit without forewarner.
Frustration is a predator
that sucks the energy;
bravery is too rawish
that it is presumptuous.
I'm lifted and whooped,
although solitary.
Something in the head
disgusts a surrender.
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