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The Chess Game V: The Final Move.

Rather than the strength it takes to not lose, it's the strength to stand back up after a loss that is sometimes more valuable.

Are you fucking kidding me? Days after his thirteenth birthday you're playing ball? There's no reason to read anything into that. It's time to move forward, but I have my fucking reservations. You're timing is fucking suspect and I'm not surprised. It's just another move of the pawns in the fucking game. I don't trust it. I'm fed up with the wars and the battles. Everything is just another chess move, and any games played esp around Xmas are a sign of how truly pathetic that you are. It's all game to you and if you had any soul at all it would not have come to this. This is the final end game, and there are very few moves left in your arsenal to play. but of course you are going to attempt to play everyone of them... of course, i still have my trump cards to play, you might think youre unpredictable, but youre not... your timing is suspect and this is still and always will be just a game... youre tactics suck, but it's time now for me to start counting the moves to checkmate, to the end... and it is no longer far away. despite how much youre mental mindgames seek to delay the ineviatable, just remeber, i taught you how to play the game.. and i'm much fucking better at the damn thing than you are.

Current Mood: Angry.

We all do our duty when there's no cost to it. Honor comes easy then. But sooner or later, in every man's life, there comes a day when it is not easy. A day when he must choose.

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