"All he wanted to be was someone accepted,
To cease the embarrassment of being rejected,
So he injected, a shot of bravery.
Stepped out more he did, to find who he was looking for,
The journey left cuts and scars but he found something more,
Someone not something, who was perfect for him.
He fought hard on his steed, not pessimisticly but joyous,
Luck was by his sword and he reigned victorious,
He stood notorious, and now he is king.
...but it still stings, the cuts of the past,
they'll always last, so this he still sings.."
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