The Game

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    The Game
    Is there no one out there?
    Anyone that may be able to help
    I don’t suppose so because
    All out there care for themselves

    I open up to all there is
    To all that show they care
    But it is to no avail
    Because I still remain alone

    People play with me because
    They think it’s funny
    Now I have become black
    With despise and hate
    (Who’s laughing now?)

    All I wanted was someone to love me
    Someone to say can I help you
    Until one shows me they care
    There will be hell to pay

    Since I am the heart
    Try to cross me if you dare
    I control life because
    I am the most essential part

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    Poetry is finer and more philosophical than history; for poetry expresses the universal, and history only the particular.

    Aristotle (384 BC-322 BC) Greek philosopher.

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