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"I'LL PLAY HIS GAME"
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Ongoing, First published Dec 28, 2014
Written by: YssaCyan

Life is a game, and so is Love.

Everything we do can affect and change our lives. It's inevitable.

Sometimes we are given chances to do things that may prevent us from danger or harm. To avoid things that may lead us to regret.
We also have free wills to use in times of doubts.

But in some times, we tend to choose otherwise.

We tend to try other things that are new to us. Something that we never imagined we would actually do in the future.

That's our nature.
To take risks.

But most of the time, we reget choosing wrong choices or options.
Doing wrong and stupid decisions in life.

But I guess that's where our fate are leading us.

It's just a matter of acceptance...
How we are going to accept and to deal with it.
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