…..Not the events, but the physical characteristics, even if simplistic, are still realistic enough to constitute a side of humanity’s dice, that’s why we constantly get in fights, cause that side of our dice was rolled again, here comes the pain again, then we all pretend like that number won’t be rolled again; look we rolling again, and it’s a ten, maybe we might win, but then we crap out, and we still refuse to tap out; now we just rolling the dice as if we were the living dead, that’s why we never get ahead, if we can’t control the dice, standing on the sidelines will have to suffice, until we get nice with it, right now we stink with it, that has to be admitted, most truths are stumbled upon, that’s cause we’re pawns with no swords, who can’t force themselves across the board, cause dice is our aim, and being controlled is our game.
- Author: EvenwheniLie (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: March 13th, 2023 02:05
- Category: Unclassified
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Comments1
I rolled two dice and scored 13. Eh?! lol.
I’ll bet you 5$ you roll a 9 next time
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