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There's no failure with no other option,
Standing like conifer tree while the crowd ablute me like erosion.
But I keep moving in form of disguise in serenity.

They judge my book by its cover,
Then I make them feel clever but not over.
I keep failing while I keep moving.
But my worst outcome getting reverberating.

THE TRUE...