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"You're not her. You'll never be her.

You're not even half what that girl's worth.

You're just some daft little high-strung whore.

Some gutter slut. And fuck all more.

You know, I argued like you do back when I was five.

To be honest it's a wonder you're still alive.

If it were me, I'd have finished you long ago.

But she's more patient than me, just so you know.

But I won't be gone long, and when I'm home.

You'd better hope your friends have left her alone.

Because I'm less chivalrous. I won't really care.

If by the time I'm done there's blood in your hair.

And it won't matter to me if you go crying to daddy.

So you need to remember, she's more forgiving than me.



You're not her. You'll never be her.

You're not even a quarter what that girl's worth.

You're just some child pretending to be tough.

But who will you have left to run to, love?

Because you're playing with fire. Not a wise move.

And apparently you think you're pretty too!

Haha, that's funny. Do you know what 'Perfect' is?

I doubt it. I mean, you're just some golem-looking kid.

You've talked about her. That's the choice you made.

Now you can shove all the little games you've played.

Because she may laugh at you, but I'm plain fucking bored.

Tempted to do damage that won't be easily restored.

And I won't hesitate when I've made you bleed.

So you need to remember, she's more forgiving than me.



You're not her. You'll never be her.

You're FUCK ALL compared to that girl.

You're a pathetic underaged cheap little hoe.

And it's about time somebody let you know.

Your 'friends' aren't loyal. They know you're a slut.

Why else do you see a couple guys lining up?

You're not pretty, you're easy. Clever how they lie.

Does the fact you'll never be her make you cry?

Because she's gorgeous. She's funny and smart.

Every little fucking thing you know you aren't.

I read your poems about cutting, darlin. Be my guest.

Just make sure after a few slits you do the rest.

And it won't matter to me if you're gone when I get back.

Just remember she's perfect - and you'll never compare to that."





By Bridie Cole.