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May 2013
Player Player, I Played Your Game,
Once Again I Lay Limp And Lame,
With A Stepped On Heart,
Which Was Caught And Tamed,
Dry And Brittle--It Waits For Rain

Player Player, You Found Me Fooled,
Helpless I Slipped Under Your Rule,
My Firey Soul,
Was Darastically Cooled,
Why Oh Why Heart Do You Fall For The Tools?

Player Player, Do You Think I Am Easy,
Like A Warm Summer Day's Cool And Breezy,
Boy, I Really Ain't So ******,
If Only You Tried To Find The Real Me
Deticated To All The Players Who Think They Know What I'm All About-- You Make Me Queazy
Sydney Victoria
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Sydney Victoria  F/Minnesota
(F/Minnesota)   
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