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Mar 2013
This game.
This game we play.
This game we play cannot go on for another day.
This game we play has so many consequences.
This game we play can hurt so many.
This game  we play has taken over.
This game has consumed me.
You.
You are the game
You are the game I speak of.
I must say.
I must say farewell.
Farewell to the very thought of you.  
E.B.
The nonconformist
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The nonconformist  M/Indiana
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   Emanuel Martinez and Ck
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