It was a random selection
done with a distraction
never to any point of definition
very much simple in proposition
not akin to any perfection 
very common and ordinary
had to be accepted without query
dissatisfaction expressed in a hurry
would take one to pick up rivalry
finally end up in a terrible desolation
without any tangible resolution
only would be extreme frustration
leads us to a deep depression
away from any progress
an undeniable onus.
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