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Bitch Boy

She's crazy! 
How many times do you hear it? 
Aren't you tired of saying it? 
Tell me, kind sir, why is she crazy?
Is she crazy because she sees that you're human. Prone to mistakes and therefore not quite perfect as you want the world to see?
Is she crazy because she wants no part of your games anymore?
Tell me. 
Is she crazy because her responses are loaded with sarcasm, throwing back your own poison at you? 
Taste it, dammit! 
How does your words taste?
Are they as sweet as when they rolled off your tongue? 
Imagine, sweet to look at. You salivate as the words roll off your own tongue. Yes, you were that good. 
Now taste it, even better try to swallow them. 
Bitter.
Yet, she's the crazy one.
You cry about "them" acting as if they can see through you. 
Funny, because they can, they have and will continue to see through the games. 
Some will call you out, plaster your name with pride. 
So, what do you do?
Call her crazy. 
Crazy. 

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