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After loosing a tennis match.. |
| With a devastated countenance, I walked to the net, and shook my contrary’s hand. “Good game”, she said. I answered nothing, turned my back on her, and walked out of the court. Another lost game, another failure. The effort I put to get here was all lost, All for the simple matter of believing, That it would be enough to look tough. But that was not enough, I trusted myself too much, And believed that hitting the ball would simply take me to the top. But I was wrong, And now all that’s left is to move on. I’ve learned from my mistakes And next time I will be strong, I will try my best And will return with a trophy, No longer looking depressed. |