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I sit here all alone, listening to little tidbits of conversations as they pass me in the hall.
They think I can't hear them, they think I don't know what they say.
But I'm always there, waiting for god knows what. And there's nothing I can do.
My turn to play this game is over now, and the game must go on.
So they'll continue to walk on by and I'll just have to ignore them as they go around the corner.
But I can't help but wonder... Has my turn been skipped?
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