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Defeat was just a name to me but now it sounds like pain something lowly expected. The unexpected events of defeat turn to be my strength times through enduring every single step I feel the pain cut into me deeply I bleed as I struggle to accept the outcome. More chances are expected right?, but I thought this was my time to expose what I really made up of but defeat had reached the finish line. The fact drained my energy am done,defeat had worn.