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19 September 2004
a poem.
Desire To Win
i wanted to win
but i din know
why i felt that way
why did it turn out this way
why muz it be you
im sorry
i dun want to taste guilt
but i dun have a choice to choose
i dun dare to look straight at you
mayb after all we are not close
i hate to admit
but i feel inferior to all of you
what exactly is the burning fire
i dunno
what do i nit it for
i have no desire to know
it kept me alive
and i held my head high
i walk with pride
on days without light
my desire to win dies off
but the burning fire stays
i noe i can no longer do it
as others shine all along
by straws .
please believe me again at 4:44 AM