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You were like air to a tree,
Like fish to the ocean. I needed you, Or so I thought. Words on paper, Like leaves on trees. I thought we were meant to be. I didn't want to see the pain you put me through, I didn't want to put the blame on anyone but me, Even although I should never have been so soft on you. Now though, is where I play the game at the next level, The level harder than before. I played your game then, But now its my shot, to show you what you lost. I'll make sure I play you right to the end, Just so you see who plays it best.
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