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Twisted Game


Life is a twisted game. 

We're all forced to play with a certain name.

Some play for fame, and some don't know how to be tame. 

In this game, the people with wicked souls are to blame. 

The one's with the wicked souls, go around blowing out everyones flame. 

From the outside it's hard to tell the diffrence, but on the inside they have become dark.

They come into your life, to leave a mark. 

Don't click start, this game will tair you apart.

 

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