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stuck in the middle


you're a player 

but so am I 

you thought i was about to be a game

but i've been playin you this entire time

putting up fake fronts

and lonely texts

but somehow thru all that

you weaved your way into my heart.

 

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Checkerss
<p>Chess is not the game of checkers...</p>

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