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Fallen Titles

And paper crowns

Glory unknown yet sashes long fought for;
No wonder why adulthood is hauntingly bleak.
For the very definition of win I twisted;
The pseudo-pinnacle — I perceived another peak!

For victory has lost the charm of its nature;
I find it today amidst kitschy lifted cheeks.
Opposed to the humble rise of a new quest,
I see it in superficial rule and wrest.

True aim I defied solely for its modest sash;
A title unbearable to my unleashed pride.
Up the ladder of my ego-induced path, I climbed;
Behold discontent oozing from my inner void.