Fighing

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Me and you,
destined to kill each other,

Always trying,
never succeeding,

The only way to kill,
is to accept.

If I die,
your coming with me,

If I hold the knife to your throat,
you hold it to mine,

If one dies,
so does the other,

I'm your way to winning,
and your my way to losing,

see you soon,
I say,

as I pull the trigger.

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