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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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