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She uses my secrets to strangle me,

A power so perfect, she yields with precision.

Does it make me look desperate,

If I give in to her devilish demands?


If we relive the past what will we find?

Your petty games, my foolishness to play along?

Our relationship was built on lies,

And I thought it was love, not manipulation.

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