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Want to play a game? You know that one where, The first person to break a heart wins. The one where our anxiety is so bad, We think that if we stay in bed all day, That'll wash our problems away. The one where the crippling pressure that still lingers from school, Is killing you in college, And you don't know how to tell anyone. Want to play a game? You know that one where, We place a gun to our heads, Count to three... then press the trigger.
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Jan 4, 2016
Jan 4, 2016 at 10:41 AM UTC
The games we play
Want to play a game? You know that one where, The first person to break a heart wins. The one where our anxiety is so bad, We think that if we stay in bed all day, That'll wash our problems away. The one where the crippling pressure that still lingers from school, Is killing you in college, And you don't know how to tell anyone. Want to play a game? You know that one where, We place a gun to our heads, Count to three... then press the trigger.
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Jan 4, 2016
Jan 4, 2016 at 10:41 AM UTC
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