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Chess Peices...

Another day in which that I am waiting for something in my life to change, I feel like this stalemate has gone on for far too long and it's time to get fucking proactive, there is only so much of the nothingness in my life i can currently stand... I am making chess moves against an invisible enemy protected but all the rules of society, meanwhile I starve and have to cobble together bits of my life back from wherever they went.. ten years ago things were not like this... I walked away heart broken but my head still strong on my shoulders.. of course.. that decade led to entrapment... I love my son.. but every moment of his life has been used against me by her as a carefully connected plan for complete control.. anyone that knows me knows that i don't like being controlled... and No one... not even myself is ever going to be controlling my thoughts, emotions, actions, and views... I am a single minded person right now and I am moving the chess pieces where they have to go.. but I am not doing it out of a sense of control or revenge.. i am doing it because it has to be done... because otherwise I have nothing left.. I am doing it for that one last pure bit of my soul that resides in my son.. till then i can understand stalemate... because it will never end in a stalemate... one of us will battle until my dying breath... i fucking wonder, can you or the system say the same?

Current Mood: Restless.
I bring out the worst in my enemies and that's how I get them to defeat themselves.

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