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***AUTHORS NOTE: Many times people win when they play his game but too many more lose, their money, hope, dreams, families, and lives. Is it worth it??? Dare to NEVER try his game*** A gun is pointing At Tim's head, Someone is wishing Tim were dead. He thinks Tim does Not deserve to live, To this life he has No more to give. In one short day his Dreams are shattered, He does not care so He must not matter. He dares Tim to Try to get away, He says he'll always find Him, somehow, someway. Tim has to find the strength somewhere, The kind that will let Tim try his dare..... Tim twirls too late, and Falls in his tracks, He's shot Tim to Death in the back. A mighty laugh escapes, as he Marks his score card another time. Beware! For he wants to add You to his list of crimes. Just remember you can never Win if you try his game. Because my child..... DRUGS is his name.
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