Unlucky

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A coin flipped through time,
It landed, but hopes shattered,
The unexpected, now the matter.
Head or tail, a game of chance.
Going through the agony of reality,
Failings become normality,
How unlucky must one be;
When nothing is ever certain?
Assurance, therefore, is this;
That my hope is not in me,
But in the King of kings.
— Cotek
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