Do you know why I keep losing you? Because I really unbeatable. I want to feel what it is be a victim. What does it feel the humiliation and pain. For me this game. And another way to prove to myself that I'm capable of anything. I can easily kill you. I can You insult, humiliate and hurt you. But somehow this role I am giving you. It's simple. You're an exception ... My exception.
Rather, it is some form of masochism. I do not know. For me it is just as mysterious. It is on your hand I'm waiting for a slap, it is from your blade, I expect a painful cut, from your words I'm waiting for rage rising in the depth of my feelings.
Know that your advantage that I can not kill you. And I can not ever. Even if I strongly hate. Because my whole body, each of its cell resists the desire to hurt you.
Yes, I can not resist, but not at full strength. As if you have power over me, which eventually binds me hand and foot, forcing you to obey.
I have killed many people, even those whom it was impossible to kill. When I did, I do not felt nothing. With you is every minute of the bout, it should be side by side and struggle with itself.
This is one of your advantage. I fight both with two. Do not think that this is too much? So I know in advance that you do not lose .... Themselves. After all, I remember invincible.
Though I and 20, but the blue-eyed boy of fourteen who lives in me and dictate the rules are much stronger than me. And I can not do anything with it.
Tell me! How to do you have subjected it? What have you done? Who he was really? Say! And then I'll kill you. Then I can do it ... I guess.
And maybe I'll always be at your feet. Looking at you from the bottom up simultaneously with the adoration and hatred.
Why do you want me? Kill me. I'm tired. Very tired ...
But again you throw weapons on the floor and hugged me, reproaching himself for having done it again ... Drops tears on my shoulder ...
Stupid. It's just a game. And the pain is temporary. And next time I lose you again ...
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