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Dear Darian,


I’m stuck in a game of tag

I thought it would be fun

The closer he gets, the faster I run

My body is drained, 

but I continue


I can’t be ‘It’

or else the game will end.

I want it to end

and he probably does too,

but I continue


I know he is still there even when I get ahead

waiting for me

so he can sneak up on me

I fear he’ll consume me whole

but I continue


It would have been easier if I never played.

I can’t run anymore.

I feel so sore.

I want to give up.

I can’t continue.


But I will not be tagged!

Not by him

because I made him.

I made him play this game, 

so should I continue?


Your friend,



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