What is this a waiting game.
Whats the point there's no fame.
How about next move wins.
That'll end the game.
But all my moves are over.
I've made my tries and lost.
I put my heart into this game and lost.
All I want is for the game to end.
The sooner the better.
The shorter the pain.
The faster someone smiles and someone cries.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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very short but a very good message of impatience and irritation keep writing