The Game
I don’t trust you, but I want you still, don’t know who you are, but can’t help what I feel, I’m thinking this thing may just be a game for you, and I may be crazy – could even get hurt, but I can play, too. Sign in to see full entry.
If I could write like EMILY DICKINSON, I'd be dead: The Game
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