imagine never wanting to say anything about where you stand, because in this life, everything's a competition, and you can no longer lose if you don't enter.
everyone's so caught up in trying to be a winner, they're too busy to notice just how badly the losers are losing.
everyone's vying for the crown, but the crown's lying broken, dusty, forgotten in a basement somewhere far away, and there's no way to tell if you've won.
those that have already lost sit and watch, and curse those that kicked them out of the running, and forget who they are because they don't know what to do with themselves anymore.
and when will the race end ?
a good question.
when will the race end ?
and the answer is, of course, when we do.
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