You know you want that second cup of diminishing returns. Determined to repeat yourself, watch your flagship crash and burn. Rewards are worth the work, for these laurels can't be bought. Pushed or shoved or slipped between the cracks out a welcome that you've worn. The loneliest mile is the one you run in place. You'll have a hard time keeping pace. Awards for second place are the furthest from your mind. But the glory that awaits you here is but a train ride. The loneliest smile is when you lie in state. You'll have a hard time saving face. It's a lonely coronation, it's a fleeting love affair, they brushed the veil of desperation from your eyes.

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