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he never left the game, but he left her in it

Letters to my love(s)... Filled with all of the words I never said Cover image: Colours of Sadness by SummerDreams-Art Please support the artist and her amazing works here!!! https://www.deviantart.com/summerdreams-art/art/Colours-of-Sadness-908021313

Phone call after phone call, message after message. But nothing in reply. Camilla travels on vacation to New York, while she is one vacation her boyfriend of four years calls and texts her, but to hear nothing back.

In which Rebecca vents about her problems through texts to a stranger, who, in turn, doesn't answer them. [© 2015 aftertastefully]

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It simply happened. Or did it not? The memories in my mind are all blurry and confusing. I feel like bit by bit, I'm eating myself. No, I feel like a match. I feel like the match, litten, gently strokes a bit of paper. I feel I'm the bit of paper. Slowly breaking into pieces, until there's nothing left from me. But none of this cares. Because the day she comes, I'll remember why I'm here. Until then...