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[soletgo2]

At the beginning
It's pick a card
Any card
Choose a side
Any side
And once you've chosen it
You dedicate your heart to it
Then the side becomes faded
From you holding it for so long
The edges are frayed, and soft
You grow tired of it
You're experiencing the same thing
You debate picking new cards
New sides
But the new sides' are sharp
You get a paper cut
It's uncomfortable
It's unfamiliar
You wish you had your old card back
If your lucky the faithful card will still be there
And that brief chapter of foolishness closes
Ending up with a good feeling
And holding the original card