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A Game


A man once told me about life,

life is a game and that we are the players,

Some players were born with handicaps,

Some are born with advantages,

Some are born average, 

and some are born to make the game more intense,

a boy with 2 minds opens his eyes,

he sees everything yet he is wrong,

He runs freely in chains,

He is alive as well as dead,

He is different,

but he is a player,

and he wants to win the game

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