The Pawn

August 31, 2010
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Here we go.
Nothing to win.
Spiraling down the face of sin.

Lies never told.
Souls being sold.
To a place where your hopes are held on a whim

I love him so.
I beg for him to not go.
But instead I hold my tongue.

Because his happiness means more
I fade away and loose myself.
And continue to play the game.
To a boy who slipped to fame.

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