I almost wrote "to be left drifting". As if I had nothing to do with it. To hand out blows is far easier than picking up the own pieces, although leaving them only sets me back. Give me, give me, I am jealous! I don't want to struggle (with nothing) and sit down in a puddle of pity. Just a piece, only a small encouragement, to make me float and aim again. There! I resorted to begging.
Take it, make it, my strength is to do. Do to gain.
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