I watch with envy as others soar, Achieving things with little chore. Their success comes effortlessly, While I struggle constantly. I long to have what they possess, To feel that ease, that certain finesse. But envy only poisons my soul, Leaves me feeling less than whole. Instead of resentment, I'll strive, Work harder, push myself to thrive. For my journey may be tough, But my victory will be enough. This takes on a new meaning when I lost UGC access yet I have seen so many blatant limited copies going unpunished... I do not get an ending to match this poem.
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