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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 !!^$ing slow.
'#@*#%', 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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was posted on Mar 21, 2011 by
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"This time I'll win.
...I say that but I never do."
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