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Most days you leave me here alone with nothing but the thoughts in my head anxiously watching life unfold before me ruminating on the things you never said. It was never my intention to engage in a chess game for hearts and your need to win at all costs has torn our connection apart. I refuse to keep playing in your minds game because even in winning I would loose more than I stand to gain. I'm tired of Co existing inside our perpetual lie my body has become my prison and I'm fighting my way out from the inside. I've always heard that if you really love someone you set them free and what is meant for you will always be, But I'm afraid that I don't agree with that statement anymore and the actual reality rattles me to my core. I feel the days are getting shorter but we are still growing older I can no longer carry our burden on my shoulder I'm laying my swords down my love the game is over. ~ You win
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