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no matter how long I sit here, the door bell won’t ring. no that’s not how this world works it seems. on the bright side I’ll finally be one who can say I let the right one go the wrong way. and when I smile at that new raveshing broad I'll remember the one with whom I broke my heart. but had I known the heavy loss and hurt that would ensue, had I known the wonted pain was lurking through the sluece, I'd still do it all again. I would vomit it all into a friend if the meat was not so thick as to choke me from within, if the bones were not so sharp as to split straight through my skin. if I'd have played my hand just a little wiser, but not held my cards so close, if I'd loosened the grip on my revolver, I'd not have reason to be so morose. I'd do it all again.