19 To V. You tell me you do not deal with losers. In fear that failure will rub on you. I do not tell you: Uncorrectable, non-retrievable, inescapable, Failure is my one-way wrong ticket From a wood to a sawmill; Children from a wrong man with his features embedded -- Uncorrectable, non-retrievable, inescapable. Failure is a scar I cannot remove.







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