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it just goes to show you, who is more willed in a game of playing chess. who has the passion to be stronger than as "manly" as you wish you could be. back when i was young, and niave, you were ten feet tall, but ive got the upper hand, and your nothing any longer. i hate to see this game go to waste, but giving up is for losers, so im sorry to say that your a loser. now i run into you, and i question.. " what was i thinking". for, you have become another one of 'them' who you swore up and down that you wouldnt become. but you have, because it takes guts to have brains.. and its too bad there is none in that nogin of yours. i feel as if ive wasted a part of me, in which you havent invested. youve only invested in being envious, withdrawn, secluded. dont you hate that, when you thought you knew someone.. but they have been unreal in the manner that they wish they could be who they were to you? yes, these memories are so shallow its unbelievable. but ive got to laugh or ill feel pitiful. ill succeed, and youll decrease in all your splenders of nothingness.