Our game

Our game

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someday soon, I'm not sure when. I will close my eyes and play my game again. I guess my heart was wrong, Why couldn't I live threw it and not stay strong.You'll never really know how much you meant to me.
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His eyes are blue, bright blue. They seem really innocent, but I know they aren't. Yesterday all I wanted was for him to look at me, know I existed. I loved him so much, but now all I can feel is fear, fear for those betraying blue eyes. I'm afraid of him, afraid of his strong arms with all those childish tattoos on it, knowing they are able to hold me down, to strangle me, to kill me.

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