drowning without a resuerer
falling off the cliff without a pad
the road roughened, the floor too slippery
walking on thin rope tied to infinity
glued in the mod, every move sinks deeper
centre no longer hold
cascading in disarray
everything says NO
pit of shame widened
pelting with rotten eggs,
myriads of disappointments
snares with failures before all,
everyone turned to looks away
pick up the pieces! wrap it up with hope
mend it with will
difficulty, only a phase on way the up
look up! victory is near
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