Saturday, April 16, 2011

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
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