The Game

It was not fair
Played to win
You never lose

I was clay
Your hands shaped me
Molded and brand new

My thoughts
Were not you

Threw away everything
All for you

There is rearranging to do

You do not own me
I do not owe you
You lost me
I did not lose to you

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