Basketball

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I'm exhausted, tired of playing a game, back and forth down the court, playing defense against the demons.

Baskets award points in the form of good days and I'm only shooting free-throws.

Penalties on the days I have to shove my way past the offense, only to trip on the uneven pavement.

I've faceplanted so many times, the one in the mirror is unrecognizable.

I just want the game to end, but I'm scared of what it means to forfeit. 

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