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Game played within yourself


All these people play the game The game to retain all the fame. Fame, not all played fairly Clearly. All these people struggle in oneself Only given the cards your dealt. Trying to keep life up to date So distracted you see them separate. Gone, no more, not at all sure Of another card trying to lure. Another figure needed to help All the problems left on the shelf. But all that's there on the dusty old shelf Is the game cheated on within yourself.
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