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typed out:

This world is filled with options, So much to do so much to be, Yet everyone has something,
Everyone but me, I'm not the type for playing sports, And I've never learnt to sing, I'm always last picked for the team, Not good at anything,
I'll always be a second choice, Not quite enough for first, I'd give up almost anything, For the roles to be reversed, To have just one thing in this world, Where I find my passions lie,
Sometimes it seems so out of reach, That I'd rather just not try, I know it's out there somewhere, That my talent does exist, And I'm only getting closer, With each new cross upon my list.
-e.h

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