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Aug 2021
If it were all a game, jumping from floating device to floating device,
Just a player trying not to drown, hoping your home is your next touch down,

As the house full of water gradually increases in it's fill, and the monsters lurking the corners pick fights with you up until,

Come, the crown may fall to the ground, but if it were all a game, you could pick it back up again...

And the back way appears as the front and the front as the back, a game that is strange, maybe it would feel less painful...or maybe it would feel....
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