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The Game Of.

Sitting here now thinking back to something great i feel as if ive left behind so today I went outside and took that drive to a memory I left far behind so finally after all this time I pull up in the drive and there that old house sits not what it once was or at least how i left her in it so i wlk with caution to that memory and as i get to the door i see these hinges are coming off and its evident this house we built on love and trust seems to be left vacant i walk through that door only to find one of the most horrific scenes ive ever seen only to find you sitting here reminicing just like me and i look above just to see the roof over her head is decaying and im sure thats thanks to me im sorry i left i left you here alone my love is it to late to save this? you look at me in shame then she said "you made this now watch it fall and witness my hertbreak and no faster then she said it i felt it hert break then in a flash shes under a pile of self destruct and with all the power of my love still couldnt lift that heavy roof off our love so with a broken heart and scattered brain i turned the gun on myself and ended the game of love. 

-Rylee Blane (yours Truely)

poetry HeartBreaksAndMistakes YoursTruelySeason2K1

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