The Loosing Game

The Loosing Game

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I thought nothing of it at the time, it was a game. You would always tell me that whoever fell in love first would loose. My pride had always been much too strong to ever believe that I could loose. I told you of all the adventures I planned to have, you said you'd be there, but now I'm here. Remembering the day that I lost. The day you came to my house at three a.m. drunk and upset for no particular reason. You took me into the middle of the street and began twirling me, I knew that with every twirl I sank deeper. I was loosing. But while I think of you you are with someone new, more interesting. A perfectly untouched toy. You always told me I was a mess, such a beautiful, flawed mess, that I was bent and not broken, but you eventually realized that you got tired of picking up pieces and that I wasn't broken, but destroyed. I'm sorry for disappointing you. You've won.
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Y/N, which is you, was walking around the campus of your high school. You hear something weird. Like the sound of somebody getting pushed up against the lockers. You recognize the sound. All too well. You turn the corner and see the one person you never wanted to see again. The one who hurt you. The one who left, and left you broken. The one who let your trust and faith in people slip. The one who let you become lonely. The person who made you happy, but then let you fall and get buried ten feet under. He's the person you didn't feel like seeing. You weren't ready. You don't know what to do. They left, they let you become broken, they let you lose all hope in people, and now he's back. You wish it weren't true. You wish he never would've come back. Will you let them back in, or will you keep them out.

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