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out of all the games I chose to play
and all the broken hearts, you chose to stay.
not because of me, or love, if that exists.
but because of the game you always wanted to win.
now, I don't dare believe in beginners luck
yet you seem to know how to play this little game
I, carelessly, managed to fall.
You, never even helped me stand up.
I lost at this pathetic game.
You, laughed at my plea of help.
we both know how to manipulate this amusing stance
**but I refuse to lose.
really misleading if you ask me
never play a player sweetheart
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