Games

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I look out the window,

Praying for the end,

But when I open my eyes,

I know it's just pretend.

Your imprint never truly left,

Your voice, still ringing in my head,

Oh, why do you do this to me?

Oh, it's just a game, you see,

A twisted game of war and peace,

Mixed with tears and fake happiness,

Hearts and souls never truly at peace,

Mine is set among them.

Don't let me leave you,

I never want to forget you,

But it makes it hard when

Your goal is the opposite of mine.

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