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The Ultimate Game


Every day when you thought you knew who I really was, you never knew me. You never knew the person who fooled you so easily. Every day when you thought you saw who I really was, you never saw me. You never saw the pain that was hidden so secretively. I put on a mask to disguise what’s inside. The smile and the laughs - that’s the outside. But no one, not even me, can prevent… What is truly going on - all the torment. We are all game pieces moving along the board together, Strolling down the path, trying not to be a failure. We are all pieces of an incarcerate game that might beat us A game that we all wish to win, a game one calls life. So gaze deep within me and search profoundly. What do you do see? Perhaps you find a prisoner of society that can’t seem to break free.
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