You know I would give you anything short of up
Yet that's exactly what you have asked for
So back I sit pretending to do just that
It’s what you wanted, so reluctantly I obey
Now we play a game, I watch myself with astonishment
As I participate, telling myself it's ok
All the while knowing it isn't enough
But it's what you want, so it's what I'll give you.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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