She knew the game. She now had a choice. She could
choose to play the game or choose not to play it. When she didn’t know the game,
she was trapped in what-she-believed-to-be real. And then, she discovered it
was just a game. She cried. She laughed. Cried, laughed, over and over again.
And then, she settled. She now knew the game. She recognized it. She wouldn’t be
trapped a second time; in fact, never again.
the pink dusking sky
their old charm loses its edge
paling the fair facetheir old charm loses its edge
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