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I can’t seem to shake this feeling
This feeling that I don’t belong in this world
That my whole life has been staged for me
That I’m just one skimpy player in this game called “life”
That one day, I’m going to wake up and find a part of myself has erupted from the darkness
A part that nobody was meant to see, and that I have desperately tried to contain in the corner of my mind
The lurking desire to break my limits, to test the boundaries of this game
To transform my piece like no other and see if I can win
To play the game is what everyone does
To defy the odds of life, is to break the rules
The rules that we have trained our whole lives to follow, with nobody willing to step forward, and take one for the team
Because in life, we are told, there are no teams
That what we do only benefits ourselves, one against all, that is our team
Now, if everyone plays against everyone else, every game is different right?
But that feeling I can’t shake is the same feeling that you haven’t reached yet
The level you have yet to hit
The pain that has yet to scratch the surface of your consciousness
The pain that keeps ringing your doorbell, dressed as a homeless man begging for money
The thoughts that rip your heart to shreds, and tear your consciousness to pieces
The feeling that you friends are your stage crew, keeping you in order
That feeling that if you mess up your line, the game starts over
The game of “life” is a board game, one false move can be fixed by a replay
Life is a constant swirl of trying and failing, with the replay button always handy
But that doesn’t mean you’re going to go anywhere if you keep messing up the “play”
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