I was supposed to be someone else
In the corner, a small girl with chocolate brown eyes and long blonde hair plays.
She has no idea defeat is lurking behind her.
Straight A's; a gifted girl, a happy one.
When she leaves, defeat waits at home; if she doesn't return, defeat will find her.
She senses him sometimes, a ringing in her ears, or eyes from a window.
Defeat was born with her, she was born with defeat.
it was inevitable he would consume her in the end.
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