Everyone is an unfinished story.
Or an unfinished game.

Life is too often turned into a game,
People into pieces to be played,
and emotions to maneuver.

Pieces lost to some,
Given to others,
and borrowed to many.

A puzzle to never be finished,
a game without a winner,
a picture to never be understood.

A game becomes pointless when there cannot be a winner.
A puzzles loses it appeal when pieces are missing.

Love loses it beauty when it’s turned into a weapon.


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