Pawn to Play
I was cut off from you,
Though this was nothing new.
I knew it was bound to happen one day
For I was just a pawn to play.
You used me for your own pleasure,
And I thought you prized me as your treasure.
Wrong was I
As our game slowly started to die.
For you won when I stood no chance
And you left me without a second glance.
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