A Poem: Competition

For so long ,
Life was a competition.
Pity my acquaintances
Didn’t stick around to see they won.

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If conception is an notion then I am the disease for spreading myself on others beliefs free my soul to walk the earth when I am gone they’ll be another jerk

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Now now you wouldn’t want them to gloat would you?

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Yeah, there was definitly a more competitive edge in me before the illness. It’s easier to let it go when you have hit rock bottom.

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