I had this freaking pain,
In my brain,
An arching thing,
Making me play—
It made it very hard to conceive,
And plans to leave my opponent,
In the dust,
Bereaved—as I had claimed my victory.
But instead of such,
I was torn away—
I did not see the correct way to play, today,
And thus I lost,
This game I play—this game for which I spend,
So much time I spend.
But it’s okay—
For at the end,
I still had fun.
And that’s all we can ask for, really.
Special thanks to: Melissa Potter
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