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Heads or Tails

I rarely speak of the little girl who showed me new beginnings. She introduced me to a whole new world, molded and sharpen me into the person I am today, but not only in he positive ways. When we first met, she introduced me to a group that filled my childhood, but it seemed I stuck around longer than she could stand. After meeting a sport, she talked me into joining. Little did I know the game did not need us together, it desired her replacement.
Before the sun could warm the field and bring spring to the trees, she already quit the game to sit back and watch in ease. Still, I played for years and years to continue to this day, but that was not the first time that this young girl got away.
She dragged me to the stables, she hauled me to some camp, and never was she prepared, always stealing my headlamp. Every time she'd panic, every time she'd cry. Every time she'd leave me alone with hardly a goodbye, but still each year I would return, standing by her side, because i thought it was better to falsely hope than to to hide.
I always did have fun, riding by the trials, soon I went without her, it was no longer heads or tails. I knew she'd always leave me, I knew. And in some ways I think I still hold this concept to be true.
Look at the way I treated my relationship with you. When we first met, I promised that you would not stick around, I never would have guessed your ringtone would become my favourite sound. Here I go, making plans for a future so far away.
I know you tried, you worked so hard to erase her affect on me. Yet sometimes I still get that pain within my chest and I question if anything in my life is able to last