Life It Self Poem by Nick Davis
Life It Self
He calls it a game, for the experiance he lives.
He tells the world how it went, how he is and how its working.
Though i don't mind, i hope he changes, for it could be tomorrow,
Or in the next year, i hope he gets better and finds there is more.
Life may be a game, but you must be in it to win. Quitting is quitting, and that is just not him. Let him live, and we can win.
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