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The Game Changed
Walking down this endless road,
Never knowing which way to go.
Each path seems dark,
each breath
harder than the last,
constantly hiding from the past.
I try to find the strength to move on,
But each time I do, you still want to have
your fun. When will it sink in?
You will never win.
I’m done playing,
You might think you’re staying.
Truth is you’re as temp...
Tuesday 31st July 2018 9:40 pm
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