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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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