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charade 
the game was a charade. the characters' life force pushed this way and that. they played the game that everyone else played. they didn't realize they were even in the game. they were playing their parts in a movie. each scene just a different set of characters but living their script in a loop. they reached what they thought was external perfection, yet inside they felt more imperfect than before. they don't want to show the world their imperfection for what would the world think of them if they did not meet the world's expectation. they followed the rules created outside of them. they met the objectives of the outside world. in reality it was all a lie. it was an illusion. decisions made based on a charade that meant absolutely nothing in truth. there was more beyond the game. the game was a thin sheet of paper that blew away with the exhale of breath. those who thought they rode on the highs of the game met their fate when the outcome was nothing they expected. back to the drawing board. repeating the cycle of the game that was an illusion. 
each their own player however they see it.