LAMER Life is a game, In which I'm ailing. Were it a test, I'd be failing. I think I'm lame, And find that curious. If life's a jest, I'm much too serious. I have no fame, Nor would I wish it. My life is messed, But Would I miss it?
Reason for writing:
A rather depressing view of myself that is even now lurking around inside the mess called my psychie, perhaps it is not as strong now...
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