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The pain, sickness creeps;
Thoughts though all it does is eats,
Flesh and blood, pale and strong.
How could I not see that I was wrong?
Played and battered with,
I am glad we never kissed.

Well played.

Slipped away into foolishness,
A bullet to the heart I couldn't miss.
Heart break songs turned on repeat,
Can barely stand on my own two feet.
Rivers fall down my cheeks as I cry,
On my knees screaming to infinite sky.

Well played.

Lighting my anger with blazing fire,
Bleeding through all your tied up wire.
Though my love for you shall fade,
Scars remain on my heart from your blade.
Playing all these sick filled games,
I hope you enjoy your unfaithful fame.

Well played.




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