The spoils of one's chase,
Become obviously magnified...
When others believe,
One's journey is invitational.
When in fact...
Challenges one has created,
Are placed on a path...
For one to pass.
These tasks are not group efforts,
To test and crowd one's mission.
And those not aware of this...
Become exhausted at their own risk.
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