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I pick my self up off the ground
Brushing away all the times I did fail,
I still see failure surrounding me,
like it sits waiting for me to attempt
another goal, so failure can be stamped
across my forhead.
Did I? Did I fail? or did I just mark
myself with this word and except it as
my life long friend... Failure.
What is failure? To say I tried, but
did not succeed. So I tried again and
still no success, I am called failure? I think not, for I am still trying, I have not failed yet.
Failure to me is when one gives up,
I have not succeeded nor have I failed.
I can strip this from me now the mark that has me so tied up inside.
What is failure, I do not know,
I am still brushing my self off, and walking forward.
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