Games
A fool, a joke.
I didn't know what else to expect.
I thought he was cool
And now everything's been wrecked.
I can't look at him.
How could I knowing I've been played
Like a children's card game.
I should have known.
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College Student, History Major, Chinese Minor, Tumblr blogger, have been told I'm dirty minded and can't keep my dirty comments to myself.
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