Last time we played this game I lost. Oh, how I ever did lose, I had everything betting on it too. My brains, my guts, my toes, my fingers. Yep, I had all my money on this one, every single cent. But I lost. You were so giddy, went on without a care. Carrying my brains, my guts, my toes, and my fingers with you when you left. Oh why did you leave? But now, now you want to play again. I refuse to lose again. As I sit here an empty body missing my brain, fingers, guts, and toes. The bet grows further and further every conversation, every time your box pops in and out of my life.. and I'm not bothered on a tie, yeah.. I would probably do much better with one...
-May 14th, 2007
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"And I am a writer, writer of fictions. I am the heart that you call home, and I've written pages upon pages trying to rid you from my bones."
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