nothings fine, nothings right, nothing i can do to win the game has been played upon me, i am now embarrassed to be the recipient of game, and you played me perfectly. checkmate, in a state of complete understanding and i knew you in the biblical sense you had no intention of ever seeing me again that's all i was to you, A QUICK FUCK??!! well, little boy, im sorry you got attached im sorry, but i'm with somebody the game is forever, the players are temporary i assume that i sing like a canary and pity myself, much as i enjoy feeling sorry for myself i can't do it, i feel that life is pressing me down the game is ready, its time to play and i don't even get to have my say pages of my diary yellowed and crumbling from years of disuse,tiring of losing so i become a recluse even if we just go through the motions, the result is the same you and i are still playing this played-out game its natural to want to be the one but that becomes unreal with the fall of the sun.Birth sign: Aries
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