Mahjong,


Individualism can be cruel.

The misalignment between perceptions hits like a wall.

Blunt force trauma to the heart and soul.

You attach a label to the people you meet.

A lover, a friend, an enemy, noise.

It's like a convoluted game of Mahjong, 

where pairs often are just delusions of the mind. 

To my lover, I'm a friend.

To my friends, I feel like noise.

To the world, I feel like an enemy.

To the lucky ones that call 'Mahjong,'

devote yourself wholeheartedly. 




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