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We never entered into the 'No you hang up. No you hang up' Game. Instead we raced to end phonecalls. Refusing to admit love. Playing our own game. It stopped when you cheated. Games always stop when people cheat. And it took some time to find a new game. But one was found all the same. Still teasing, Still against eachother, rather then as a team, Until you tired of games. You wanted more. Happiness had to have meaning now. And so that game stopped. And now the world seems dreary, And it bores me, But it's real. And next time maybe I won't play games. Next time. Maybe next time.
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Feb 5, 2010
Feb 5, 2010 at 3:00 PM UTC
Love game
We never entered into the 'No you hang up. No you hang up' Game. Instead we raced to end phonecalls. Refusing to admit love. Playing our own game. It stopped when you cheated. Games always stop when people cheat. And it took some time to find a new game. But one was found all the same. Still teasing, Still against eachother, rather then as a team, Until you tired of games. You wanted more. Happiness had to have meaning now. And so that game stopped. And now the world seems dreary, And it bores me, But it's real. And next time maybe I won't play games. Next time. Maybe next time.
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Feb 5, 2010
Feb 5, 2010 at 3:00 PM UTC
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