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Jan 2016
She lurks around the corner
trying to catch me off guard
and I think I'm prepared
but every time she trips me
again.
again.
again.
I lay on the ground trying to comprehend
what happened
but it's too late
she has me in her hands
again.
again.
again.
pain is her name.
she loves this game.
Written by
Christian Joy
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   joel hansen and Bianca Reyes
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