That's what you get.

Dear my regret. Fuck off. I still love you, but never the way I did. I've had too many bad hands dealt to me. I think I have a card obsession. You throw them in hopes of slicing me to bits. I dodge and they bounce off the wall behind me. You're slow to react. That's what you get. Try again, but not with me. You won't give up, I won't give in. Congratulations, maxamillion, you've succeded in breaking another name. Like I'll never be the same.