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They Say He's a Loser

They think he's a loser, shrouded in shame, A nameless face in the endless game. But beneath the surface, where stories diverge, A hero awaits, on the verge to emerge. His trials unseen, his battles unspoken, A heart unyielding, though bruised and broken. He walks alone, embraced by the night, Yet carries within a fire burning bright. They scoff and sneer, blind to his plight, But he knows his worth, his internal fight. For every stumble, a step towards grace, A journey unfolds at his own pace. They think he's a loser, but little they know, He's a warrior fierce, with courage that grows. He'll rise from the ashes, his story untold, To conquer the world, and his destiny, unfold.

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Date: 5/5/2023 10:11:00 AM
Well said. I think this line encapsulates your poem: "But beneath the surface, where stories diverge, A hero awaits, on the verge to emerge." A winner and loser is a matter of perspective rather than an objective truth. And destiny ceaselessly unfolds as you wrote. I hope you conquer your world. Thanks.
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Date: 4/30/2023 6:36:00 AM
Nicely penned
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