Title: Optional

Text: I know what it is like to lose. To feel so desperately that you're right, yet to fail, nonetheless. It's frightening, turns the legs to jelly. I ask you to what end? Dread it. Run from it. Destiny still arrives all the same. And now it is here. Or should I say, I am. Each paragraph will be a test.

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