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You toy with my heart until I’m so confused, that I can’t determine if what you say is true. You make me feel like you hold all of the cards, leaving my self-esteem in shards. You make me feel like I’m to be at your beck and call, make me wonder if I mean anything to you at all. Are you the player I’ve heard that you are, one who intends to blacken my heart? I’m strong and I’ll fight every game that you play, hell bent and determined I won’t live this way. No more dictations or darkening my dreams, I won’t let you tear me apart at the seams. Player!
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