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Life and How

Isn't it insane,

this suffering, this pain?

Some live truly to live

Others want only to die

People who long to take

from others who will cry

 

There is no one to blame

Life is just a game

Humans are tiny chess pieces

scattered about a board

Separate, yet intertwined

They never last forever

 

Have you ever lied

to get what you want?

Do you live in regret

of life's many wrongs?

 

We cheat, we steal

We wound, we heal

We're gone just as fast as we got here

Where will we be one hundred years from now?

Dead, gone, forgotten

No one will be remembered

No one at all

Old ancient pictures lost

in old dusty drawers.

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Oct 15, 2010
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