Russian Roulette

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I wonder if you know that I love you With all of my broken, twisted love, With all of the love you threw back at me,  And all the indifference you used to drown me.   I fight the love you give me;
The last of our time
Like a game of Russian Roulette, I sit here and I sweat. My palms are cold and wet. I am waiting for the gun To make its way to me.
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