Lay here face to my pillow contemplating everything.

Why’d I say that? Why’d I do that?

What will I say tomorrow? What will I do tomorrow?

My heart racing as I’m thinking of tomorrow, I fear the next day.

He, Her, them all are players on a huge game of chess but where nothing but pawns sent to die.

This is just how I feel..

This is just how I think..

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This is a great poem that many people can relate to. I love it. Keep up the good work! :3

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