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Aug 2017
Perhaps my queen a heart was never something you had, instead you held a ***** with which you dug your own grave. This Jack of diamonds in the rough patches of life still shone ever so brightly until you decided to club his dreams to death with your lies...

This simple game of cards is more commonly known as the game of *life.
Written by
Charlie Harman  23/M/Iowa USA
(23/M/Iowa USA)   
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