The Game of Life

A Reflection on Life

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You try to run away from sad news, you try to jerk away the sadness but it clings to you like that scab which you need scratch from your skin. So it becomes a scar with time. But deep within you know there’s no end to this.
You try to write about it or drown the sadness in the ink of the night. You try to swirl the stars so that they become the poem which you need. You do your best to cross the hurdle knowing you are stuck in the game of life. You keep walking away knowing that you will never reach the destination. You become that traveller who will always have the baggage of the sadness.

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