One day you decide to play a game.
You keep your mouth shut,
you disappear.
You hide.
You wait.
You ask yourself if people will take notice.
Some do.
Some don't.
And then your game becomes a sad reality.
Some people care,
some don't.
You are not loved.
You are not missed.
You're gone.
You keep your mouth shut,
you disappear.
You hide.
You wait.
You ask yourself if people will take notice.
Some do.
Some don't.
And then your game becomes a sad reality.
Some people care,
some don't.
You are not loved.
You are not missed.
You're gone.
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