Jul 24, 2021 17:40:17 GMT -6
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[attr="class","adrie-lyric1"]Treat me like a pawn
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[attr="class","adrie-lyric2"]I'll show you how the game is played
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[attr="class","inner-finally"]It had been years since Tessa’s life was ‘normal’ in any capacity. For the most part she liked the way things were. Even as a child she had known her life would be shaped by whatever the Assembly demanded of her. They were her parents, her family, her friends. But, more importantly, they were her cause. Without her blind dedication, she wouldn’t have any meaning to her life. No matter how her definition of home changed, she would always have her support for the AP as a steady, shining force to hold onto.
At least, that’s what she repeated to herself as she laid in bed to the late hours of the night, unable to get any sleep. Rather, her spinning thoughts pulled her deeper and deeper. She had always hated self reflection because it usually came back to one word: traitor. Everyone she cared about would label her as such, and beneath all her excuses and reasoning a part of her would always know it was true. Even if her position in the TRS allowed her to gather valuable information, every moment she lied to her family she was deceiving them. Not to mention she was betraying almost every person she actually spent her time with.
Long ago Tessa had decided that the best way to get her mind away from spiralling thoughts was to go on a nice long run. So, when her best attempts to fall asleep failed she found herself at the track on the TRS training grounds in the middle of the night. Although some people were still on duty, it was blissfully quiet compared to the bustle of daylight hours. In the years since she’d joined the enemy organisation, she’d developed mixed feelings about its headquarters. As a part of her job, she found herself spending a lot of time in the facility and it had come to be something of a home. Lately her own apartment always felt more empty than anything else. She didn’t want to be there. Instead, lap by lap her feet carried her around the familiar track at a reasonable pace. She didn’t stop until she was thoroughly out of breath and convinced that pausing her running wouldn’t leave her mind open to errant thoughts.
At least, that’s what she repeated to herself as she laid in bed to the late hours of the night, unable to get any sleep. Rather, her spinning thoughts pulled her deeper and deeper. She had always hated self reflection because it usually came back to one word: traitor. Everyone she cared about would label her as such, and beneath all her excuses and reasoning a part of her would always know it was true. Even if her position in the TRS allowed her to gather valuable information, every moment she lied to her family she was deceiving them. Not to mention she was betraying almost every person she actually spent her time with.
Long ago Tessa had decided that the best way to get her mind away from spiralling thoughts was to go on a nice long run. So, when her best attempts to fall asleep failed she found herself at the track on the TRS training grounds in the middle of the night. Although some people were still on duty, it was blissfully quiet compared to the bustle of daylight hours. In the years since she’d joined the enemy organisation, she’d developed mixed feelings about its headquarters. As a part of her job, she found herself spending a lot of time in the facility and it had come to be something of a home. Lately her own apartment always felt more empty than anything else. She didn’t want to be there. Instead, lap by lap her feet carried her around the familiar track at a reasonable pace. She didn’t stop until she was thoroughly out of breath and convinced that pausing her running wouldn’t leave her mind open to errant thoughts.
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KAY OF PIXEL PERFECT
