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Make Your Move

By , McMurray, PA
I am backed into a corner.
There are no places to run, no places to hide.
I am weak; drained.
Can't you see the tears that are streaming my cheeks?

I loved you, trusted you, believed in you.
But you have proven me to be a coward.
I am just a pawn in your game.
An object. A tool.

I thought you felt it too.
A connection.
Have you ever loved me?
Or was I always meant to serve this disgusting purpose?

Why am I still crying for you?
You will never change; you will never show mercy.
I am finished of being played with.
Just end it now. Make your move.





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