Poem: “Maximum level” – by Olivian Breda

You start a new game,

You pick the difficulty – the highest, of course.

Or almost the highest.

And you start playing,

And you also start losing.

One game, then another, and then another.

From time to time, you win,

And then you realize you don’t play for the victory,

Sure, it matters, you do wish to win,

But you love the game itself more.

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