Not A Game Poem by Andrew woods
Not A Game
you think it's all a game but
i'm am the one to blame for this
problem that I caused everyone
I feal liked my life is paused
any body have a knife so
I can end this game of cofusion
because of my carlesness i am not liked around here
I am being huted by a bloodhound at the fairground.
the bloodhound found me
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