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sick games

Your twisted mind,
And your corrupted mind,
A more volitile combonation,
You could not find.

You keep breaking hearts,
You do it for fun,
Hunting down your victims,
And daring them to run.

Its a sick game you play,
Completely heartless it is,
Please just leave,
My heart cant take this.
Written by hatterwithhorns (Julian)
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