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Two Can play that Game.


As I sit here late at night and think about everything that we have been through, the only thing I can do is cry. I gave you my heart and soul and now all I feel is alone. As I look in your eyes and you look at mines it seems like the only thing you can see is pain, I was there and I cared, but treating me the way you did cause nothing but headache and pain. I was once sad but now I'm happy, you stared off happy but ended up hurt and played. I guess your games came right back on you and Oh; Don't forget Two Can Play That Game.
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