We're like children
Playing at that game
Don't smile; this game
Is much more difficult
It isn't even all that
Sad, or at least we pretend
Nevertheless, my throat
Is so tight, and our eyes ache
I don't look at all,
As you fall out of sight,
That way you're always there
In limbo, until next repeat
Palms into eyelids,
Is all I can say,
At this moment,
I wish it was more
Our hands, they come away
Wet and shaking, and
It isn't surprising
We never win this game
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wow...its great... but, traumatically sad... inspiration for this one?
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