Kind of Bothered
Sitting and waiting is only a game.
Game you shouldn't have played with anyone.
Anyone who truly cared about you and what you had to offer.
Offer the world with the best intentions.
Intentions we all thought were good.
Good until you showed me that they were bad.
Bad for my health.
Health that is now declining.
Declining like my faith in you.
You played the game and now its sad.
Sad that now the game has played you.
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