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It was supposed to be a game, Turned out to be a curare, Hit by the same dart, Only I writhe in pain, I m glad you got away. It was supposed to be a game, Turned out to be a curare, The hunter became the hunted, You are to be blamed. It was supposed to be a game, Turned out to be a curare, Your footsteps left my side long ago, The memories refuse to follow. It was supposed to be a game, Turned out to be a curare, It's pulled me down i dont think there's any coming back, It's supposed to be a game, Turned out to be a curare, Fare thee well dear one Fare thee well. This is worse than any snare known, Fare thee well dear one, Fare thee well. After all It isn't as bad as your absence. I assumed it was a game Turned  out to be a curare -------------
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Aug 24, 2019
Aug 24, 2019 at 10:37 AM UTC
Curare
It was supposed to be a game, Turned out to be a curare, Hit by the same dart, Only I writhe in pain, I m glad you got away. It was supposed to be a game, Turned out to be a curare, The hunter became the hunted, You are to be blamed. It was supposed to be a game, Turned out to be a curare, Your footsteps left my side long ago, The memories refuse to follow. It was supposed to be a game, Turned out to be a curare, It's pulled me down i dont think there's any coming back, It's supposed to be a game, Turned out to be a curare, Fare thee well dear one Fare thee well. This is worse than any snare known, Fare thee well dear one, Fare thee well. After all It isn't as bad as your absence. I assumed it was a game Turned  out to be a curare -------------
The game called love.
#curare#love#pain
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Notyourdhimsukatta
Aug 24, 2019
Aug 24, 2019 at 10:37 AM UTC
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