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Dear One Who Can't Compare
Dear less-than-rival,
Who are you to me? You've followed me many years, in my shadow. I can't see you in that darkness dear. Neither can anyone else. Maybe it would be best if you just disappeared. Or better, find someone else to attempt to outdo. Someone on your level. I'm so far ahead you'd have to go backwards to catch up. I don't compare myself to you. There is nothing the same. I find a way around every hurdle thrown at me. I've known pain you never will. You cry for lost love, over something you yourself caused. When you want something too much, it has a way of slipping away, and holding on tighter will only kill what's left. This is good advice if you listen. Stay away from me. I bring destruction to the things you love apparently. Isn't that a well enough reason to keep my name off your lips? My brand of magic is stronger than yours. You send your words, typed across a screen. I send mine in actions. I won't let you blame me. I am not your scrapegoat as much as you like to believe I am. I only react to your mistakes. I did not tarnish your rusted love. I took nothing from you that wasn't already gone. That wasn't already mine. I won't stab you in the back. I go straight for the jugular. I'll go straight for your heart. You've never known an enemy like me. I'm not just a fighter. I'm a warrior. A solider. I will not stop battle until victory is immenint and the war is won. You can fight all you want. I'll block your blows. I can move around a fist. A word on a page. Your allies don't make me lose sleep. I'm not afraid of your social network of social parasites feeding on the hate of many and living with the assumption that they are outcasts because they are misunderstood. I understand your type very well. Keep searching for love in anime and emo poetry. You say you're walking on the darkside. Like I mentioned before dear, you live under a shadow. You can't bear to look at yourself. I understand this well. You can try to say I stole your love. You can't say I've done anything you haven't. If you blame me you must also recognize the guilt in yourself. I will never let you slander my name again. I give you one final word of advice. Run.
Love Yours Truely,
The Tall One, With Black Hair And Small Tits
Who are you to me? You've followed me many years, in my shadow. I can't see you in that darkness dear. Neither can anyone else. Maybe it would be best if you just disappeared. Or better, find someone else to attempt to outdo. Someone on your level. I'm so far ahead you'd have to go backwards to catch up. I don't compare myself to you. There is nothing the same. I find a way around every hurdle thrown at me. I've known pain you never will. You cry for lost love, over something you yourself caused. When you want something too much, it has a way of slipping away, and holding on tighter will only kill what's left. This is good advice if you listen. Stay away from me. I bring destruction to the things you love apparently. Isn't that a well enough reason to keep my name off your lips? My brand of magic is stronger than yours. You send your words, typed across a screen. I send mine in actions. I won't let you blame me. I am not your scrapegoat as much as you like to believe I am. I only react to your mistakes. I did not tarnish your rusted love. I took nothing from you that wasn't already gone. That wasn't already mine. I won't stab you in the back. I go straight for the jugular. I'll go straight for your heart. You've never known an enemy like me. I'm not just a fighter. I'm a warrior. A solider. I will not stop battle until victory is immenint and the war is won. You can fight all you want. I'll block your blows. I can move around a fist. A word on a page. Your allies don't make me lose sleep. I'm not afraid of your social network of social parasites feeding on the hate of many and living with the assumption that they are outcasts because they are misunderstood. I understand your type very well. Keep searching for love in anime and emo poetry. You say you're walking on the darkside. Like I mentioned before dear, you live under a shadow. You can't bear to look at yourself. I understand this well. You can try to say I stole your love. You can't say I've done anything you haven't. If you blame me you must also recognize the guilt in yourself. I will never let you slander my name again. I give you one final word of advice. Run.
Love Yours Truely,
The Tall One, With Black Hair And Small Tits
Published 4th Jul 2011
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