A game of rubbishy chess

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I like being here when the weather is good.

Am I moving on the whites or blacks?

You know, it upset me how, even if your love for others will fail, it separetes us.

You make me laugh.

 I can't help, but think about when you don't look for me in the night of my heart.

You do everything just to  search an oasis for your thirst.

Are you like a vampire or are they?

You are scared of people, even though you want their blood.

Am I a diary that you'd like to write in?

Still, I'm empty, because you are afraid of saying the truth on paper.

Am I just the echo of you laughters?

Am I nothing to you?

Do you like it just because I open your unopened eyes?

You were only searching for the love you wanted in me.

I'm just on a shelf. 

Like the memories you don't want to remember.

I should probably become the player of this game.

Gambling is better than to give money to someone who doesn't need it.







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