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Secret Weapon


I am a mouse, who in the mirror sees a lion.

I am a man, who believes that he is a titan.

Without my confidence, I can be no greater thing,

For with my footsteps, it is greatness that I bring.

Forget what I am, forget what you see.

You do not know, that which lurks within me.

Like a machine, I have a secret differential.

I carry it with me. I call it potential.

 

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