Poetry

Playing Field

I don’t care about leveling the playing field…I play it how it is, victory depends on my will…any obstacles I destroy and rebuild it to my advantage…in misery I refuse to languish….everyday is exciting and dangerous…I embrace it and release my anguish…take the good with the bad language…why the fuck would I change it…my diet is different so Im not on the same shit….why would I want to survive instead thrive…I rather die than never try.

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