Staring out from sunken sockets,
Hands sticking into pockets.
Back and shoulders hunched,
While your spirit, crushed.
Look, yet see nothing,
Ears fine, can’t hear a thing.
This is not the way to react,
Though big is the impact.
We’d like to reach inside you,
Methods, there are few.
Waiting for you to bounce back,
As strength, you don’t lack.
You were beaten in this round,
Fallen flat on the ground.
It’s no shame to flunk,
Hey, show some spunk!
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