Was she always so much prettier than you?
Was her hair that perfect shade of autumn while yours lay against your head like rotting lace?
Was she a fighter or did she just let herself slip into death?
You know you hate someone, and I mean truly loathe their entire existence, when even the way their windpipe collapses is just so... perfect.
It's quite sickening really.
Even the way her corpse bloated made you feel inferior.
Was her hair that perfect shade of autumn while yours lay against your head like rotting lace?
Was she a fighter or did she just let herself slip into death?
You know you hate someone, and I mean truly loathe their entire existence, when even the way their windpipe collapses is just so... perfect.
It's quite sickening really.
Even the way her corpse bloated made you feel inferior.
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