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The game.

Submitted:Feb 8, 2013    Reads: 12    Comments: 0    Likes: 0   

I'm starting to feel,

As if I were human,

I'm starting to break,

As if I knew what for,

I'm not important,

Nothing more than a whore,

I don't deserve the breath,

I don't deserve the love,

For so long now, I haven't accepted it,

I feel as it is too late,

Pain and anger soon to be my fate,

I feel cold, and empty,

Physical pain, runs up my arms,

Down my legs,

Forgotten what it's like to be normal.

Normal... is there even a term?

What is normal... nothing.

As am I, normal's twin.

If I play the game, I play to win..

But, as it seems..

I lost where to begin.

So I lose, I give in.

Nothing is as it has been.


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