Somehow I lost what I thought was the best of me:
shiny gold star, well I still have the rest of me,
my melody soured to noisy cacophony.
Started out strong but I'm coming in slowly.
Somehow I missed the award show, I'm prizeless,
still runner-up every morning I rise less.
One of these days I'll forget how completely,
look under my covers if you ever need me.
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