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Nov 2019
It's all a game , but all games have a how to play
If life was a game , where are the rules we live by today
If we are players , where are the judges with the final say
Is it because it's all a game that you treat me this way.

Fine ,it's a game, what is the reward though
What can be so worth tearing another person down so...
What joy do you feel as you stab with your smile and let my blood flow
What logic is there to your game,I'm desperately trying to know

It hurts to think about how much fun you must be having
I'm ashamed of myself for the joy i get from knowing what you are wearing
A real player of this game would know better than lay down all his cards
Only for a prize that he will be sharing

To be honest I'm really **** at games, I still hate to lose
It seems the only way I win is if first place came in twos
It's possible im not good enough, but I no longer know what is true
The truth is Iv never been a player , I'm no match for you

What are you after my dear , and is it really worth my pain
Is your sleep only peaceful on the bleeding hearts you've claimed
Are the words IV heard true of the player with many victims slane
If so I am blessed ,at least I was able to add a little to your fame
Hugo
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Hugo  23/M/Botswana
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