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The Pain Game.
Contributed by
MickyTwo1984
on
Tuesday, 28th May 2013 @ 10:54:44 AM in AEST
Topic:
selfstruggles
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Its a game to be played.
To the loser go the spoils.
Theres beauty in this pain,
A reprieve from numbness.
With all others it matters not.
The game is played.
Without rules or remorse.
So it is mild entertainment.
Training, taking scores....
Role playing at best.
The biggest test....
Is when it matters most.
When it is beyond whats heard.
The unwritten words.
Everything unspoken.
The truth to those concerned,
Is never acknowledged.
To forfeit is to depart with power.
The game will only end,
When misery loses its charm,
When one looks beyond what hurts the other.
That is out of bounds.
There is where it ends & something else begins.
Game over.
Copyright ©
MickyTwo1984
... [
2013-05-28 10:54:44] (Date/Time posted on
site)
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Re: The Pain Game.
(User Rating: 1 ) by ladyfawn on
Friday, 14th November 2014 @ 01:49:35 PM AEST (User
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a beautiful and compassionate write,
hugs n' love nessa |
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