I feel so weak, yet I must work.

  I try and try and try.

  I fail and fail and fail yet,

  I work and fail and try.

  I struggle, production increases.

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  I force myself, pushed beyond,

  I fail, I failed, I'm only human, I pushed too far.

  I fall apart, I try harder.

  I try Four more lines, four more times.

  I am in the easiest, the most chaotic.

  I finally seen to be succeeding.

  I am ruined again, by something not me.

  I put the blame on me.

  I put the failure on me.

  I put the failed attempts on me.

  I put my cracked heart on me, my falling apart.

  I failed seventeen times, to succeed.

  Eight-teen times now, has anything changed?

  Rocking like a hurricane, the time to strike.

  On the highway, who knows which way,

  I go further and faster, this is my chance.

  These lines, these words,

  my dedication. My word.