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Your words rush forward A tangled web of bitter wounds attempting to ensnare me with pity A precisely calculated labyrinth Willing me to make my move “It’s All or Nothing” you command Imploring me with red-rimmed eyes lips trembling in fear You know I’ve no interest in games but challenge me and I’ll surely win I’ve warned you countless times I won’t surrender my autonomy So you should know my next play Know your rancor will never triumph But in desperation you contrive to guilt me into your ideal A hopelessly devoted queen atop a pretty pedestal But I don’t need to be needed So I will play my final hand My answer to your pitiful command is, “Nothing”
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Jul 14, 2020
Jul 14, 2020 at 1:40 AM UTC
All or Nothing
Your words rush forward A tangled web of bitter wounds attempting to ensnare me with pity A precisely calculated labyrinth Willing me to make my move “It’s All or Nothing” you command Imploring me with red-rimmed eyes lips trembling in fear You know I’ve no interest in games but challenge me and I’ll surely win I’ve warned you countless times I won’t surrender my autonomy So you should know my next play Know your rancor will never triumph But in desperation you contrive to guilt me into your ideal A hopelessly devoted queen atop a pretty pedestal But I don’t need to be needed So I will play my final hand My answer to your pitiful command is, “Nothing”
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ChaosandMercury
F/Colorado
Jul 14, 2020
Jul 14, 2020 at 1:40 AM UTC
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