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Did She Win, Or Did I?


From the first time we met
It was a battle
She wouldn’t give in
And I wouldn’t let go
Days passed on
And years went by
The battle went on
And on for long

For nothing was at stake
Save for our own pride
It wasn’t just the thrill
Nor was it the prize
It was just us
Blinded by petty lies

We didn’t know
For what we fought
All we cared
Was who came first
And so the battle carried on
For days together
And years together

The battle was won
But the question remained
For all the pain
And all we endured
Did she win?
Or did I?

Though days had passed
And years gone by
We wondered together

Was it truly just us?
Or was it our pride?

What surprised us all,
(For we were surprised)
Is that after all those days
And years gone by,
We had not gained a thing
But each other’s side

Though the battle had been won
We did not care for loss
For enemies who had long since withered,
We became the closest of friends
What would you say then if I’d asked…
Did she win, or did I?
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