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Treated as nothing but a game

Pain should be my middle name
my love is treated as nothing but a game
being won and lost constantly
or being torn apart and crushed shamelessly
buried or burned
... everyone takes their turn
ripping me to shreds
leaving nothing but dread
tears and pain
a permenit torturous stain
that will never fade away
growing bigger with each and every day
as it grows
the pain shows
upon my face
my smile left not leaving a single trace
no matter how many times you spin the dial
no one moves forward, with feelings so hostile
no one wins and no one looses
but someone always ends up hurt



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