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The Game

September 18, 2014
By RuiZhe BRONZE, Singapore, Other
RuiZhe BRONZE, Singapore, Other
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When you were bought,
In my mind I thought,
That you will be a good friend,
That could entertain me.

But when it came to the test,
I was left there,
With the paper on the desk,
Pointing at me, laughing at me.

It is all your fault,
You made me fail my test.
Come to me, I heard you say,
And let us play another game.

When I glanced at my marks for the test
My blood started to boil,
With an uncontrollable rage.

Once a friend,
But now a foe,
I threw you on the floor,
With a thud,

Just like an angry bull.

From then on,
I decided not,
To associate with your kind
Ever again.



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