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Rot.

If I rot as I lay

Maybe my remains

Will grow something beautiful

From my decay

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Humiliation.

Envy carves into my every 

vein. Venomous,

it neglects to tell me

About the

Effects

It has.

All I see

Is what it lets me.

I rank everything

In my mind

Starting from the bottom

Instead of the top

Seeing people below me

Keeps me from burning

Stepping on their hands

And throats

Keeps me alive

I find my means

In this tournament

And try to keep my eyes

Down

So I don’t have to look

Up

Anymore

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