I never stood a chance,
I was never meant to make it this far,
Jilted by design,
It was destined to end before it began.
How could I have been so foolish,
To think things would work out,
To have hope.
I knew form the beginning,
That the fault was all mine.
Now I'm counting the reasons to continue,
And coming up short.
My end is near.
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