eleventh : mistakes.

dear mr. thief,

     i'm sorry if what i said hurt you. i'm sorry of my unertainty, i'm sorry for being afraid.
   
     in this game, you win. you did. you really did. you stole it. i tried to stop. i tried to fight back. it didn't work much. 


      take it. just take it. it's yours. you can take it, and keep it in a box. or you could rip it into a million tiny pieces and there is nothing i can do about it. nothing at all. i'll happily let you do anything you want with it.


    it's yours now. really. the heart, it's yours.

with love,
your victim.

TEN : my enemy. looks just like me.

        you know the times where you really want something, but you're afraid that it might hurt you again?uncertain if it was real? did you ever felt that it was too good to be true that you had doubt in it? 

Or. when the world goes against you. there's no support, you fail, yet everyone blames it on you?

  what would you do?

9th : you only hear the music when your heart begins to break

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