I've come to accept the fact that I'm a loser.

The more people say otherwise, the more I prove over and over again that it's just who I am.

Stuck in my ways, an outsider, outcast, out of my mind,

Losing.

See, it started with my old identity.

Who I used to be, I lost that.

Then I lost those people that made me feel small, the ones holding me

back. Bye. Would the street continue? You bet. Lost that need to please others. Hey, turns out I know

what's best for me better than they do. Lost the things being done out of obligation and not purpose.

Lost the wrong metrics I was using to measure success. Gone.

Lost my way so that I might find something better. That was hard.

Thought I might lose my mind, but I found it.

Just lost my old way of thinking, and and hey that's a win. Lost yesterday,

found tomorrow, lost scarcity but found abundance. I lost two the people who were more talented,

better skilled, the ones who outclassed me fine. Showed me what it took to win. I lost my heart a few times.

That sucked but it looks like it still works so we're good. I lost my heart a few times. That sucked, but it looks like it still works, so we're good.

I lost my purpose and follow the shiny objects instead of the things that matter,

but sometimes seeing what doesn't shine puts a spotlight on what does.

Keeps me swinging from star to star and, hey, I like it up here.

I lose my discipline from time to time, but hey, regret hurts more, so I force myself to find it.

As I write this out, speak it into existence. I'm losing track of time. All is forgotten.

But I think that's how it should be. I hope I lose more tomorrow.

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