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I am nothing but a pawn within this sick game called life.       Each moment is tallied in my skin with a knife. I have no purpose yet I live, as societies imperfect sacrifice. Since there are no ***** to give, I'll refrain from playing nice.
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Oct 28, 2014
Oct 28, 2014 at 12:52 PM UTC
The Game
I am nothing but a pawn within this sick game called life.       Each moment is tallied in my skin with a knife. I have no purpose yet I live, as societies imperfect sacrifice. Since there are no ***** to give, I'll refrain from playing nice.
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Oct 28, 2014
Oct 28, 2014 at 12:52 PM UTC
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