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A guessing game. Perhaps she should really stop relying on her own intuition, because it never really works out in the end. She was fairly competent in certain things, but at this game of chess, it felt as if she was going to lose entirely. She’s advanced rapidly, but each time her turn ends, she can’t help but feel as if she’s going nowhere. Every other chess piece is too tall, blocking her view of her goal. She had always believed that her allies would be there for her, and she likes to believe that she still believes in that. But the battle of wits had been going on for far too long, and tension ran like a taut wire in the air as choices become more difficult to make. Most of the time, this battleground felt like a plain sheet of paper covering the landmines that lay sleeping beneath of out sight. It was as if one tiny wrong move could heat things up a whole lot. Unable to advance or retreat smoothly, she was afraid. She was going to have to make decisions soon. And perhaps that was what she was afraid of. She was afraid of life in itself.

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~ by racevkei on December 16, 2011.