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Game of Life


Life is an dreadful game.

You’re player one, 

While I’m player two.

We go back and forth, 

Choosing our cards carefully. 

Sometimes we would risk it all, 

And bring out a victory.

I had no clue of your foul play,

Until I came back for my game. 

But I saw you playing

With a player in blue.

Those combo moves you used,

Had left me finished.

You kicked me from the server.

You banned me from the game.

You had stolen everything

I had in my inventory.

Just for this new

Player two.

But you just wait 

Until I get a blue shell,

And put myself first.

No longer will you play,

The game of my heart.

 
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