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Oct 2014
I am nothing but a pawn within this sick game called life.
      Each moment is tallied in my skin with a knife.
I have no purpose yet I live, as societies imperfect sacrifice.
Since there are no ***** to give, I'll refrain from playing nice.
Written by
   Mysidian Bard
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