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i'm on the front line, but was never prepared, is this real life? i hear the screaming, smoke filling up the air, is this real life? move me up another square for i am merely a pawn, caught up in a game that no man has won. "is this real life?" i begged them for answers, they assured me that my death was the only thing they're after; with just enough courage, i looked back and said, "you may be the king, but everyone else wants you dead!"
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Aug 16, 2017
Aug 16, 2017 at 12:26 AM UTC
A Process: A Pattern That My Thoughts Just Can't Fathom
i'm on the front line, but was never prepared, is this real life? i hear the screaming, smoke filling up the air, is this real life? move me up another square for i am merely a pawn, caught up in a game that no man has won. "is this real life?" i begged them for answers, they assured me that my death was the only thing they're after; with just enough courage, i looked back and said, "you may be the king, but everyone else wants you dead!"
zackvulnerable
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24/M/New Mexico
Aug 16, 2017
Aug 16, 2017 at 12:26 AM UTC
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