Work #2: Life was a game, but she didn't always play fair. Somedays you won. Most days you lost with a price to pay in the end. For Saint, he felt like he paid that price everyday. He didn't like her game and wished so badly to end it. All life did was place him in a world of pain and sorrow. Happiness didn't exist. Only the regrets of ever being born into a world so cold. He felt himself sinking deeper into depression everyday he continued to play her game. He knew the only way out her game was death. With the way he felt, death was better than the life he was dealt with. What was the purpose of living if life only left you broken?All Rights Reserved
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