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Played

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by suicidal-beast

by suicidal-beast

Played

To him her heart sings,

His puppet ons strings.

Foolish she was,

Foolish because,

She fell in love

With a stupid dove.

To think it was real,

Now she can't feel.

Her heart is shattered,

Her skin now battered.

Now she stares at the ceiling, dazed.

All because her heart was played.