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“The Crying Game” by Cortney Joseph

It happens every time.

I find myself caught up in promises of a better tomorrow.

You gently wipe away my tears of sorrow,

and I forgive,

and I forget,

and I regret as your hands reconnect in ways unfavorable.

More lies flow with ease.

And I’m left to figure out new ways to please,

To get through just one day of peace.

Nothing works.

The game is unending.

You fuss and fight, I cry and cry.

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