Game
They may play Game called life But the doubt Stops them To live once The feeling of mortality Reminder of past But not all who play Play game of life They don't play for love They don't play for happiness They play to stab To hurt To break in pieces But thats their not My game And that's not the shape of my thoughts They play game of life And they know They know nothing And those who speak Never listen Those who wonder Are not always lost... Those who play They don't live...
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