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The Competition Game.
 
Friend, all through the years we played it, you lost and you surely won. Now, time has given me the chance to forsake it, the competition game. I have not the time for it any longer. I must now live with influence, advice, work, desire, debt, sorrow, pain and death.

The Competition Game.

Love, all through the years, you were around in so many different forms, with you came, the competition game. Now, time has given me the chance to forsake it. I must now live with your purest form, your simplest form, your asking and everlasting form.

The Competition Game.

Life, all through the years you cheered it, pushed it, the competition game.
Now, time has given me the chance to forsake it. I must get past, grey hair, poor sight, slower walking, poorer hearing, less energy, and the need for escape from those now playing.................

the competition game.

By Truenobleman

© 2008 Truenobleman (All rights reserved)

 

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