This GameMature

This time I'll win.
...I say that but I never do.

 

This time I'll win.

...I say that but I never do. Games of words don't go well with me, you can call me what you like because in the end I'm just too slow. Too fucking slow.

'Bitch', there it is again that word. 'Spaz', 'whore', 'loser'. Do you think I don't care? Because I do, I'll say that now.

Your words are painful. Cruel to the point of torture and I don't think you even realise it. Everyone has a heart you know. Even me.

Sad little me with my little cast-off dress and my little girly smile.

The last laughs on you though, because the next time you see me I'll be dead.

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