This is not a game.
Not just some whim of
-what ever the **** you feel like-
This is real.
Unreal.
Yet so real.
Is my trigger finger shaky?
Are these suicidal thoughts of the irregular kind?
It is not death I face...
...at least only inevitably.
How could one irrational decision hold so much weight?
Why is it even a decision when logic should be erased from the start?
This is not a game.
So why do I feel like a pawn?
Oct 27, 2018
Oct 27, 2018 at 12:47 PM UTC
This is not a game.
Not just some whim of
-what ever the **** you feel like-
This is real.
Unreal.
Yet so real.
Is my trigger finger shaky?
Are these suicidal thoughts of the irregular kind?
It is not death I face...
...at least only inevitably.
How could one irrational decision hold so much weight?
Why is it even a decision when logic should be erased from the start?
This is not a game.
So why do I feel like a pawn?
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