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So heated, the blood runs thick,
A burning shame, a bitter trick.
Constantly cheated, cards laid bare,
A losing hand, beyond compare.
But it is all okay, I tell myself,
Despite the sting, upon the shelf
Of memories, a growing pile,
Of promises, and empty smile.
Feel beated, bruised and worn,
Another battle, barely born.
Seems it’s always repeated, this fall,
Against a brick, a...
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