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Sep 2019
Am I who you want or am I just another one of ur pawns in this game we call life?
At the start I am not valuable but when I reach the end I am a queen...
After all the moves I make,
All the steps I am going to take,
I will be stronger without a king.
The king taking one step,
slowly tip toing around uprising situations.
While I can destroy you oh glorious king.
And if such rivalries come across,
I will swipe the board clean before the death of my king.
Your knights knocked off of there horses high,
And your bishop's will slowly die.
Both ur castles crumbling down,
your queen her blood so dark she shall shorely drown.
Each pawn making it's way off the game.
Whether your white or black, bad or good, you must pick your side for the one im not on shall always end in disaster...
Bella-Lee
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Bella-Lee  19/Cisgender Female/My mind
(19/Cisgender Female/My mind)   
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   Bogdan Dragos
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