I'm not the best,
But if put up to the test,
And since losing I detest,
I will prove to be the best.
I might not have it all,
But with every fall,
To my strength I call,
Getting up and walking tall.
My talents might not out-shine,
But my inner-strength is devine.
To it I will call when I need,
And it will to my rescue come indeed.
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