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Games


Anxiety plays games with my head

Comsumeing all my time with my thoughts on rewind

It feels like life is a game and so unreal

My health is low i need to heal

 

At times I feel like a pawn

Moving through each day till it's gone

But I must rise up and take control 

Make the right choices to shape my role

 

Though this game may be tough

I know I have what it take to make it above

I face each callenge with courage and grace

Living my life with purpose to embrance

 

So let the game of life go on

I'll keep on playing, ferice and strong

With each new level I'll find my way

A character in these games till the end of my days

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