Life is game, a game that everyone is supposed to win. A game where no one is left behind. Where joy and sadness is mixed together in a hat that the same card is picked from. But its not. Life is a game of loss and luck. Not everyone wins. People get left behind. Maybe you are lucky and have the happiest life, and when you get a bad grade on a test is the end of your world. But not in others. Some have it worse, and if they got a bad grade, it would of been the easiest bad thing to happen. Kids can grow up in a life sentence, where they are passed around and forgotten. Others fight on their own., Or others don't know why they get left behind. If you wish to leave me then leave. I can't stop you. Ill try, but I can't. Soon, you will leave someone, and someone will leave you. Or who knows, i might end this game early. How does life decide who wins? Who makes it to the end? And who is left behind and who does the leaving?
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PoesíaI write poems off of my emotions. if you care to read them, go for it. if not its cool.
