Wanting to disappear from the crowd,
I lost and gained piece and rest.
Why did I want to stand out?
I knew there was no reason to be the best.
Only frustration to have within
But I longed to prove I can.
Remembering where I have been,
I anyway ran.
I promised to be doing every day,
What makes me stop after getting what I
long?
Till the end I have to stay,
I know I can be strong.
The crowd
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