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this is where i refuse to be,
this place of glass half-full,
i’d rather be half-empty, with
possibility of peeking over the brim,
being swept away,

this is the place i loathe to be,
complacent in mediocrity,
happy in the average,
where risks mean loss, and
lost without challenges,

i want there,
that place of intense toil,
infinite struggles,
everyday misery,
defeat and anguish,

i want that place, of
forever hunger,
defeating odds, where
tomorrow may be what it is, but
it will be my best.