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#The Poem is in the POV of the Player/us; everything referencing Gameplay Aspects and how limited the Player's Control over the Game is-
creepychippy · 6 months
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Freedom entangled in Strings. One liniar Path in front. Chosen by the Universe as the golden Child against my Will.
This is not my Body. This is not my Personality. These are not my Words. These are not my Choices.
I want to tell the Truth, yet a Screen separates our Worlds, Words falling on deaf Ears. I can only hold the Role of the Liar in my Hands, my Thumb lingering over worn out Buttons.
A Game with limited Actions. Nevertheless, Consequences forced upon me. It is all an Illusion.
My Choices do not matter.
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