I push and pull
I get
I delay
I don’t receive
I wait
I wonder
I commit
I overthink
I pull back
I wait for them to pull me
It’s all a game
I don’t know if I agreed to it
I might even be the creator
But it makes me sick
I’m losing at my own game
I don’t know how to play
I don’t know who I’m playing with
And I don’t know how to stop playing
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Author:
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