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Do I truly have what it takes to take the world as my own?

Do I sit on pile of rubbish, or do I sit on a throne?

The ambition of my potential, ever deep yet vast.

But the more I push myself, the less time that I will last.

How limited am I by more than my own self.

Should I always pursue power whether is sickness or in health?

To pour my bloody tears into a cause held so dear.

Only to fail as I lay motionless while death draws near.

The pressure is building, the burden is immense.

My dreams all float away, my reason for life is dead.

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