Mistakes by Purav
It was like any other day,
Boring and Hopeless,
Because that's just Monday,
unexciting and helpless
Although, on the corner of my eye
I saw something glaring
I tried to deny it
Although I couldn't resist it insisting’
So I Played and Played
For Days or Hours
Threw a bunch of shade
At players I devour
Although this was me playing solo
As I was never the best, As a team player
Although it came to the day
Where I had to be one
Oh had my nightmare had come, just like a working day
The day where I had to be one, but not alone
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