Am I a masochist?
I love losing so much.
It turns me on.
Fills me with ecstasy,
And not some boring loss.
An absolutely soul crushing loss.
Obliterated.
A flashy defeat, I never even thought possible.
Once I'm broken, I know I'll become stronger.
Before creation comes destruction after all.
The problem is I'm plenty strong already.
The number of those that can break me thin.
What happens when I'm the strongest?
Lucky for me I have a rival.
We will fight until the End of the World.
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