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I am better than that
(or so I thought). I cannot simply be played like a game and yet I am now a pawn on your chess table. Yes a pawn; not a knight, nor a bishop not even a rook. I am your pawn: the weakest and smallest, most belittled soldier on your black and white checkered battle field. You have set me up and raised my spirits by choosing me first to simply feed me to the sharks; push me under the bus. You let me get knocked down, And you don't even care. Your excuse- I am just a pawn. Why should you care. You've got another seven to play with. © 2012 AndreaAuthor's Note
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