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Success is assured when you do not estimate the value of your effort.
The road forked
Like the serpent’s tongue
Tales it held, for none to know
Only to be told
By the ones who were bit, once
Neon lamps lit street
Blurry wet the reflection
Grey clouds haunt the sky
People do things
And do not
For the same reason
For some kind of fear
Fear of failing self
Falling off the grid
Losing to someone
Hurting
More or less
Daredevilry too is not totally fear-less
There are stakes behind
For real
No one
Ever is completely
Fearless
Although everyone says
Fear-less
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