Life is like a game and every time i score its only cause they let me, with every point i gain i look up at the board with enthusiasm and hope that victory is near then i see that my opponent has the high ground in this landslide match, over come with despair and the feeling i can never comeback, i take a time out, strategize a bit look for some weak spots that i can maybe hit, i'm only confident in planning then lost in execution ending the game overwhelmed by defeat and confusion...
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