The Game

I am a product of my society.

The things I do an say are not

unique,

they are just repetitions of the world

around me.

I am not special, I am the best

at nothing.

Life is a game, and there are no winners.

Fame is a way of making yourself feel

important.

But in the end you still die like all the

others.

The only way to win the game is by

quitting.

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