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I am always wrong
And might forever be
I write and speak
But never succeed

I mean, who could love me?
When all I do is talk
In every waking hour
My words are uselessly sweet

A curse permanently cast
This single I
That will forever be afraid
Of the truth, the pure and the brave

But it's not a sin
To hope for what I don't deserve
It's not a crime
To attempt to be more

So I try
As hard as I can
Even if my best
Is less than everybody else