Common Ground (DISCONTINUED)

Placing Down the Pieces

    This isn't about you; it was never about you. It's about our game, you know, the game that'd you'd call life. It has betrayal and loss, loyalty and kindness, pain and sorrow. The struggles of everyday, the struggles we lock away in our closets, the ones we hide from, the ones we sweep under the rug. Oh, but the most fun part are the dark parts that lurk within us all; the inner demons we hide from the world, and lock away in the deepest, darkest, most untouched parts of our mind, never to see the light of day again. But, for them,  for the, "Special people", they never leave. In this game, I want уоц to tell me if this, 'life lesson' has any meaning: "Keep your friends close, and your enemies closer." Would it not be easier to keep the all close? Why put the dogs in separate cages? If they bear teeth they can, and will, bite. Or, if you care for neither, put it down. A  'sleeping' pup puts up no fight. They cannot turn on you. For they won't exist. I say this because, was this way it was always meant to be played? I do not know. What's the matter? You thought I knew? Did you think me in charge..?! How...adorable. I am not Her. But that means little for you. I'm not Her, I will never be Her, but that does not mean you shouldn't fear me. You're still my puppet. You will take care not to disappoint me, understand? And you will not dare to harm him. 

My darling Angel suffers enough for, "The cold touch of the silver varies, as his warmth is transferred to it. But, it's hot. Too hot too quickly. It's not silver, it's fake."

 Indeed. I now, bid you farewell. Play with your senses diminished. We will see who's the first to call, "Checkmate." 

 Goodbye.