Life
I am still confused by this game we call life, the struggle I have learned to understand. But the game has me at a loss. In it there is never a clear winner, its either you brake even or recieve the other end of the stick. Now ain't that some shit. Feel as though am giong up shit's creek facing the coldest winter with no socks or shoes. Constantly in this battle without an axe or a saddle. My meals are very course can't even feed horse, always looking for a torch, to help me light the path to deal with The Game's numbing existence. Can't say this can't be life it's only strafe. Got to complete this mission quench my thirst of life. The game won't take my life.....
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