thunder....
a storm
you knocking at my door, but I won't answer.
I think you know sweetie...
there's no answer. for a while.
I played your game, now it's my way
I will rule your sanity and decide whenever you can get in. sorry to dissapoint. there's no way you'll win.
I love feeling this powerful,
knowing you will want some
of what only i can offer.
game over baby.
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