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Aug 2014
There is a game you like to play
To make our conflict go away
A game that starts with an angry me
And ends with you getting all you dream

My reasons are valid, you have no true logic,
So suddenly you frown and say,
I am a monster, I'll go away

So far removed from the initial crime,
I am distracted, distressed, and designed
To help you from your misery
You're no monster, let me make you see

This is wrong, it is a crime,
To take my heart, control my mind
Over and over you use this line
I won't fall for a monster this time.
Elizabeth Halaas
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