the game

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By perf3ct

I give up. This battle of wits, never ending will. Im done. its over. Dont wanna play no more. Im retreating to heal, my battle broken heart. You win. I wish you never saw me cry. hold me closer, let me go. I surrender can you see my blood? the gore on this blinding white, waving in the wind. For you. You did this. It was all a game. You win. I lose.

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July 1, 2005 00:23ZeTz_Darke

Very good and creative. Also very sad. Well done.