Two can play that game but me...
The hustle for two, left for one.
Life is mean but only because
People choose to be mean.
They could have it any other way
With him and her balancing all
Like it's 'posed to be.
If that were the case,
Life would have been a gold mine.
The worry to dig would be nonexistent
Because they would have each other
She was all alone though
In a sack of hay,
She was the abandoned strand.
She was alone, empty, downtrodden
Burdened,
Left without choice but to trudge on.
A present absence he was to her
Intentionally or absentmindedly,
it hurt all the same.
She was alone.
A/N: It doesn't matter how strong you are, a task meant for two will drain the life out of you if the second party is reluctant in helping out. In times such as this, look up to the main force of existence and hang on.
Be good even when reasons for it have been taken away. Don't play the enemies game. It will kill you on the inside.
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