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Your betting on me loosing And I should bet upon myself Poison pills ripe for choosing Half the chance for no one else Every offer is an illusion Every gift a Trojan horse Consumed by paranoia And Secluded by myself Poised as a spectator A ****** just looking in Commentating to the observer Just how close till I meet the end
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Feb 22, 2020
Feb 22, 2020 at 4:52 PM UTC
Game of Chance
Your betting on me loosing And I should bet upon myself Poison pills ripe for choosing Half the chance for no one else Every offer is an illusion Every gift a Trojan horse Consumed by paranoia And Secluded by myself Poised as a spectator A ****** just looking in Commentating to the observer Just how close till I meet the end
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Feb 22, 2020
Feb 22, 2020 at 4:52 PM UTC
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