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My life is not a game

I can't keep up. You keep changing the rules and moving the goals. I don't know where's safe to stand, You are constantly pulling the rug from under me. I'm tired, I'm broken-down. You reign triumphant, A Cheshire grin on an angel's face, Masking the heart of a devil.
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Written by
izzy
Welsh
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Aug 19, 2013
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