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Game


When guys talk to me all I do is sit and listen they think they can run game and get wat they want but little do they know I can run it better they say I love you to get in my pants I laugh because they think they can get in to these jeans with a four letter word or a baby please but that's not how it works see my hearts locked in a box with trapped doors and chains if you get that far you can see my pain this isn't just ordinary pain this is that tired of getting hurt kind of pain that pain that needs a ice pick to take the ice off the heart pain you can't never get in to it unless ur worth it.  
 
 
                                 Game 
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