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If love were a game we'd lose, because the rules are always changing.

The heart is a die to be rolled and than passed to another player.

How come we end up being played as a piece instead of playing the pieces.

When we finally get ahead and think we're winning someone is already there.

What trophy do we play for that this pain is worth having.

If we get to the finish yet lose why do we set up and start again?

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