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The game...


I wanted fameso I had to play the game I saw the flameburning, still I came with my heart so firm I was so mind made not even a shame I felt. So tame about the game , just for the name I wanted... I felt pains on my face,still claim right, and for true the blame should be on me. Now here I sit so lame , and in me this pain is frame , this game is not worth the fame ,cos now my whole life is never the same again...
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