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February 7, 2011
This is not a game, this is real.
All of the players are made of flesh and blood.
Yes, we fight to the death.
No. we do not care about the others.
I am a twelve year old girl.
I go by the name of Maria, and I face death every, single, day.
The swords are sharpened,
The armor is shined,
And our lives are put at stake.
Why don't you leave? You may ask.
The answer is simple.
I stay I have a fighting chance.
I leave and it is certain death.
© Kennedy C., Rockdale, TX
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