The Game II

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The game we play is with our hearts,

and there are no rules

Only the rules each player makes for themselves.

I broke all my rules for you. 

I gave you my heart and you threw it away; 

All those broken shards spilled over the ground. 

They were so beautiful, and so painful. 

I wish I could have left them behind me. 

It would have hurt so much less. 


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