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Mate

by courtofowls

Seeds of doubt outgrow me whenever I can't hear my voice, the highest form of cruelty is playing chess without a choice A game of kings,no,game of war the board is silent like the night but deep inside, inside our core we know, it's just our inner fight... The pawns are down, in sacrifice a game for kings and queens to win and us, the pawns, are never blessed we never lived, we've never been.
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courtofowls
21 / M
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Written by
courtofowls
21 / M
Published
Jun 17, 2017
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#chess#checkmate#inner#doubt#life#king
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