Roulette
Roulette Rip out my vocal chords, it isn’t worth the effort, even if I had screamed it wouldn’t have been accepted. Your lips are moving but they aren’t making a noise. You just don’t scare me, I built a fort from my toys. If I followed your directions I would probably be lost, I’m not saying they’re poor but they have no gloss just like those stories, they have no relevance, unlike this loaded gun (which is making us dance). I know I’ve matched your moves, you aren’t playing fair. You stole the treat from the trick and the truth from the dare so lets roll the dice again and be careful where we tread. I’d be turning in my grave if you hadn’t made sure I was dead.
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