He was in disbelief, in shock,
In a total state of confusion.
He simply had not been chosen.
He had worked for this for years,
Devoted himself utterly.
His life's work just passed by.
Himself and another, rivals for this,
Slaving to recieve the honour.
Had he not worked so much harder?
He had placed all his hope in this chance,
Worked for this sole purpose.
Now he had nothing, all hope was lost.
His stomache twists and turns now,
A leviathan of nervous confusion.
It should be him, he should have won.
His rival had all he had ever desired,
A painful unfair victory,
It should not be him... Give it to me.
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