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May 2013
This is not a game.

I am not going to be controlled by some stupid,
Greedy,
Arrogant,
Manipulative
Player like yourself.
I am not a piece in your game,
So stop treating me like plastic.
Stop pretending you can use me to win,
Where you get all the benefits,
And I get absolutely nothing in return.

You use me to get what you want,
Then you push me to the side.
You figure:
               *You don't need me anymore.
                A winner deserves better.
                But in my book you are not a winner.

You may have learned how to control me once,
How to own me,
How to make me do whatever it takes for you to win.
But never again will I allow that to happen.

And now I'm just trapped in a box,
A dreadful box you placed me in.
You make it a point to play me again sometime,
But quite simply never get around to it.
You used me like a piece in a game.
And do you know how that feels?
I have never felt so unwanted,
Unneeded,
Undesirable
In my entire life.
But you don't care,
Because you are the game master,
And you will do whatever it takes to win.
Maddie
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