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I was blind but I'm starting to see All this time you've been lying to me You picked my brain just to find My idea of a perfect guy Then everything I said to you You took in & began to do
I feel empty, we fought again. We played our game, he lost all his lives. He no longer 'lives' or 'talks'. He said he's not hurt, and he is out with friends. I am the one thats hurt.
All this while, I wonder what it takes for you
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