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A game worth playing

Death and sorrow

The horror, The Horror

Run and Hide

For it shall seek you

Like a child's game

He screams after you

Calling your name til he finds you

You can't reach the safe zone

Because it does not exist

The closest you get is heaven

But that comes after you have been hit

If you misbehave hell is your destination

Like the corner in which a child is seated

The exception is you never leave it

Some say we are destined for dirt

but no one is sure

Life is the game played

Where you end up afterwards

Is a mystery worth finding

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Written by
angelique
23 / F / American
Published
Oct 10, 2012
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Notes

I was trying convey death as a child's game.

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