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I'm like a vulture over prey, this game that I play, I know what I want and get it, I conquer your spirit. I seduce you with my ways, smother you with my gaze. It's a fight that I win over and over again and again. Your defeated before you know it, trapped in a world and I own it. So many twists and turns with no end in sight, I'm like a dark tunnel with no light. To me you surrender your life, I'm like the sharp tip on the end of a knife. I cover you in lies, tell you I love you, and look you in the eyes. I smile as the plot thickens, I just made you another victim of a crime for I will not be convicted. I've stripped you bare, captured your pride, you threw in all your chips and said just let it ride. Now comes the time where I just sit back and laugh, I admire my work like it's a craft. It's a thrill it's a rush, it's like I'm the liquor  and your the lush
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Apr 9, 2011
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