Why resist,
When I am clay in your hands to mould?
You forge my shape.
Why hope,
When tears elicit no pity or mercy?
You are cold to me.
Why try,
When all the ways out are closed off?
You hold all the keys.
Why play,
When it always plays out the same way?
You win and I lose.
Why?
Because.
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