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In Memory of Justin. The Game of Life. So many things in life to be done. But instead I just ignore them. And keep having fun. In sand I often bury my head. Why deal with these things. When I can stay in bed? I live life the same as the days pass by. And seem to forget. To ask myself why. Years down the line, lifes still the same. And nothing has changed. Am I still playing the game? Comments Leave a Comment. Tags game of life. Releasing the words. I used to write poems, I would write them every day.
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In Memory of Justin. The Game of Life. So many things in life to be done. But instead I just ignore them. And keep having fun. In sand I often bury my head. Why deal with these things. When I can stay in bed? I live life the same as the days pass by. And seem to forget. To ask myself why. Years down the line, lifes still the same. And nothing has changed. Am I still playing the game? Comments Leave a Comment. Tags game of life. Releasing the words. I used to write poems, I would write them every day.

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