More Than Myself

More Than Myself ode

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That day when my name was announced
I walked towards the stage and took my place
I felt very happy and content

Almost everyone stood up
And clapped and cheered for me
But, do you know what was even more satisfying?

Your name being mentioned immediately after mine.
My heart and soul’s content reached its maximum level
I’ve never felt like this before
It was truly euphoric
Tears automatically started falling from my eyes.

I don’t ever remember feeling this satisfied
I always wanted fame and success
But, I always wanted and still want you to be more famous and successful.

I don’t have this feeling for anyone else
I always feel happy when you succeed, to the extent that your success always overshadows my achievements
And I say this absolutely without any remorse
It is with great pride and joy that I say this
I want you to be miles above me.

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