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Fool's Game

What do I think I'm doing? 
Who do I think I'm fooling? 
Why do I keep trying? It's just 
the same old story as every 
time before. The names and 
places and time changes but 
the end is the same. I always 
lose at the most important 
game. It's like I'm addicted to 
the pain, like the blood from 
my open wounds is the only 
proof that I'm still alive;still 
waiting for this game to really 
kill me so I can finally die. This 
is the fool's game, and I'm the 
fool that can't stop playing.

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