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I do not wish to compete,
Not anymore,
I lost that drive long ago.

I dream of being the best me that I can possibly be,
Well at least I can try to be better,
Than the me that greeted me yesterday,
I know I can surpass her,
So I've let that me go.

She was as tiresome as can be,
She bored me,
I am ready to be the best version of me,
I have decided to step out of my way,

Be as great as I can possibly be.

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