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by Stephen
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My heart bleeds.
My soul is stained.
Shattered into pieces becaous of this game.
A game they call love. where no one is safe.
It could rip you apart without shame.
it carries no fame only a name.
And always ends up, ends up the same
Whit someone's heart bleeding,
Their soul stainded.
Shattered into pieces becaus of this game.

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