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Russian Roulette

so, let's play a little game

with only one bullet left in this pistol,

whoever is shot first and breaks down,

whoever is fucked up first;

wins

'cause this is a game without feelings, right?

a heartless game,

in the end, we'll fuck up each other anyway

'cause we'll just refill the gun

and repeat.

-n.d.