What a cruel game, we played
Our innocent minds
From its deeper meanings

What a cruel frame, we drew
And guessed letters
We knew
For the blank spaces

What a cruel body, we formed
It hung
Twisted, bent, deformed
From others' mistakes

What a cruel image, we created
To claim a victory
I had never hated
That sight before today

What a cruel truth, it holds
How other people's words
Can mold
Your life

Or death

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