50-50

Betwixt the jitters,

laid a hope concealed,

somewhere deep within.

Hope,to win the race

amongst the acceptable

and the unacceptable.

Fifty-fifty were the chances.

Just then,the past sneaked in,

And,the unacceptable won..

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