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Jun 2019
She asks if I want to play a game
So i give her my blade
Since it's the only game i know
Sinking my sorrow in stinging skin
See how far i can cut without
Stars striking me out of reality
Written by
Iz  F/Seattle
(F/Seattle)   
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   R B M and Saskia Campbell
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