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Love's a Game of Chess


He used to be my hero Now he is my pain I used to be a pawn chess Used inside his game I used to be his lover, his smile, and his heart Now I'm not his sunshine, he left me in the dark I used to make him laugh, I used to make him blush We always took it slow, our love was never a rush And once I was his everything, Now I don't exist I realized this all the day it was a different girl he kissed.
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