When you feel all alone

Every drop of joy

Sapped of your bones,

And the will to go on

Is missing, just gone –

When all you feel instead,

In the blood coursing through your veins

And your throbbing head,

Is a deep sense of shame,

What do you do?

You get up,

Get dressed,

And show up anyway;

For the game,

It must go on.

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