Dice
Where hearts are broken and unpleasant words spoken. This is the land of
disease where emotions branch out like trees. Caught up in emotions bringing
out strong devotions. Accepting the price when playing love with dice. Never any
cure for love was once pure. In the end love will betray you as a friend.
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