the game, by perf3ct
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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. |
Posted: 2005-06-27 15:49:38 UTC |
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2005-07-01 00:23:49 | ZeTz_Darke |
Very good and creative. Also very sad. Well done. |