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There was a repulsive taste

In the back of my throat,

The flavor of failure.



I was finally able to spit it out,

Letting success coat

My taste buds instead.



I wavered back and forth

From admitting my deficiencies

And denying them until



I realized failure was actually

A blessing, providing me

With strength to not let



Success get the worst of me,

Saying I was lucky this once

When in fact I was a conqueror



Dressed in Disappointment’s clothing.