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There is a game that is always played; someone is always waiting for a check-mate. Never to good have I been at this, usually I'm stricken, smitten, with a kiss. Too much time and energy does it take to make you see I would be a great mate. While we move one step forward, two steps back-I plant firmly on the ground trying not to snap.

Too little of trust I will exude, I sit here alone in this pale grey hue, standing still, not budging back, you leave me with no choice but to fall flat. Unsure anymore of what to do, I sit here waiting for your next moves. The risk and the gambles one person may take can either pay off or feel fake.
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