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In the end, someone has to lose. Whether it be real or more so symbolic. For those whom may not be heard, your losses will bring about another's voice. For those who may not be seen, your losses will bring sight to another. Sometimes you win the most when you lose humbly. Truthfully, as bitter as old dark cold coffee, you may one day suffer. Your only chance out will be taken by someone who's had many doors, yet they only use them as trophies. They may not use a single one for their purpose, and you'll have to let that simmer into your mind. Just remember, that person may have what you need but is probably dying inside. Lose humbly.
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May 31, 2018
May 31, 2018 at 12:42 AM UTC
Humbly
In the end, someone has to lose. Whether it be real or more so symbolic. For those whom may not be heard, your losses will bring about another's voice. For those who may not be seen, your losses will bring sight to another. Sometimes you win the most when you lose humbly. Truthfully, as bitter as old dark cold coffee, you may one day suffer. Your only chance out will be taken by someone who's had many doors, yet they only use them as trophies. They may not use a single one for their purpose, and you'll have to let that simmer into your mind. Just remember, that person may have what you need but is probably dying inside. Lose humbly.
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May 31, 2018
May 31, 2018 at 12:42 AM UTC
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