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Is this some sort of game? My life in your hands? It's always about you- Never what I want. Locked within my cage And you tossed away the key. Any sign of restraint, And all Hell breaks loose. I hate you, With every fiber of my being. Never forget it. My wrath won't
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Apr 5, 2019
Apr 5, 2019 at 1:41 PM UTC
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Is this some sort of game? My life in your hands? It's always about you- Never what I want. Locked within my cage And you tossed away the key. Any sign of restraint, And all Hell breaks loose. I hate you, With every fiber of my being. Never forget it. My wrath won't
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Apr 5, 2019
Apr 5, 2019 at 1:41 PM UTC
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