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A Game Lost

Pretending is such a lovely game. To be a wizard casting spells. A princess wishing to be saved from the top of an evil tower. Pretending to listen.. Nodding your head in unison with words. As if they need your nonverbal gesture to sleep at night. Pretending to care.. Going through the motions without so much of tender hand on a shoulder. Forcing a smile back at them as if we were dogs ready to attack. Pretending. Always Pretending! The game has lost in our thoughts. Wake up! Liven your soul. And stop pretending.
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kimberly-bicknell
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Nov 15, 2011
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