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Second String

The bondage, torture and the pain. The admiring love and hatred, with that one girl that play the mind games. She different but at the same time she just like all the same by not knowing what she wants or how she feels. She can't help how things had went and she don't know how to fix this big ordeal Things went to fast, to fast like getting hit in the face . we lost this race so bring on the new dates b/c i no there not all the same, i can get off this bench now and i can be the next player in this game..

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