Not A Game

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Fighter thrown into battle

Decked out in armor

 

It is just a game

It’s a game you want to win

Excited, you run

 

Each monster seems small

Up the difficulty

You can handle it

 

Level up; grow up

It’s all a game isn’t it

You can’t be hurt here

 

Then the pain feels real

And the graphics got better

The world seemed to dim

 

You begin to fight

Now press B to punch

The ring is too small

 

You punch and nothing

You kick and there’s nothing left

You can’t fit; small

 

There is nothing there

The match has many viewers

And no one reffing

 

You can’t fight anymore

The button is too sticky

Not that it matters

 

Fighting doesn’t work

There is nothing you can do

You stop working too

 

Hold still, hold still, hold

Maybe if you stop moving

You can disappear

 

The game stops working

Medicines and therapies

You can’t find your save

 

This isn’t a game

Endless pain, endless sorrow

The drudge of living

 

People live like this

On drugs, on pain, on nothing

People die like this

 

When you are alone

When danger creeps in at night

You should have safety

 

When people don’t understand

They get so scared that they run

This is not a game

 

Be kind to others

Those who live in fear of life

Need a friend with them

 

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When you make someone smile

You are winning, too

 

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