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With this illusion,

I made my decision,

With no particular reason.


The thing you called 'game',

Burned me with its blazing flame,

I'm hurt and you're the one to blame.


As I keep going on,

Thinking that I won,

But in reality, I'm the losing one.


Time passes by,

Feelings, still standby,

I keep trying and waiting, with a question that ask Why?


As we get near to the end,

I did everything for it to just mend,

Is it so hard to comprehend?


That you're the one that I want,

Why bother searching for girls to haunt?

While I'm just standing here at your house front.


Holding a knife that's never been so blunt.

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