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Games, I always told you I were good at them, and you laughed and said you could play them better. Now it's cold and I need my sweater, your love is gone and my cheeks are wetter. But it's suppose to get better. I shouldn't feel so dead. The only emotion I've felt at this point, is when we laid in bed. Games, I guess you were right.. Because you're not the one up at night, Replaying thoughts and causing fights Playing games involving knives I'll mark my skin, yeah that's right I'll write your name, end my life Games.
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Nov 7, 2015
Nov 7, 2015 at 1:59 PM UTC
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Games, I always told you I were good at them, and you laughed and said you could play them better. Now it's cold and I need my sweater, your love is gone and my cheeks are wetter. But it's suppose to get better. I shouldn't feel so dead. The only emotion I've felt at this point, is when we laid in bed. Games, I guess you were right.. Because you're not the one up at night, Replaying thoughts and causing fights Playing games involving knives I'll mark my skin, yeah that's right I'll write your name, end my life Games.
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Nov 7, 2015 at 1:59 PM UTC
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