Ginevra
I'm torn. Torn to pieces.
You wouldn't understand.
Why, oh why, can't I be her? My Ginevra. Not Rowling's Baby-Gin, the doll that can't take care of herself. My Ginevra. The bad Ginevra. The Slytherin Ginevra. The one without feelings. The ice queen. I seriously love her. Oh, how I wish. For a month. A week. Hell I would do it for even just a day. Only it's something. I hate this. Please someone. Take me away! far far away. I'm so tired of this. So bored. It gives me absolutely nothing. Nothing.
I want to be that ice queen. Beautiful beyond words. Without any feeling at all. Just play around. With a little light smirk playing on my lips. Take everyone down to earth. Slowly. One at a time. Let them think that they are important. And then. When they don't expect it at all. Drop them on the floor and leave.
Evil. Beauty. Power.
Give me.
Ginevra...come to me, please?
- Who am I? Is this really me?
You wouldn't understand.
Why, oh why, can't I be her? My Ginevra. Not Rowling's Baby-Gin, the doll that can't take care of herself. My Ginevra. The bad Ginevra. The Slytherin Ginevra. The one without feelings. The ice queen. I seriously love her. Oh, how I wish. For a month. A week. Hell I would do it for even just a day. Only it's something. I hate this. Please someone. Take me away! far far away. I'm so tired of this. So bored. It gives me absolutely nothing. Nothing.
I want to be that ice queen. Beautiful beyond words. Without any feeling at all. Just play around. With a little light smirk playing on my lips. Take everyone down to earth. Slowly. One at a time. Let them think that they are important. And then. When they don't expect it at all. Drop them on the floor and leave.
Evil. Beauty. Power.
Give me.
Ginevra...come to me, please?
- Who am I? Is this really me?
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