I have grown tired of your game. Winning and cheating are not the same. You take the credit but want no blame. You call me a loser like this was my name. My eyes are like clouds when they are stormy and gray. My vision is blurred when rain gets in the way. Games are supposed to be filled with fun. With you, I have yet to see the sun. You make me lose so I can’t win. What makes this worse is that we are kin. Just play by yourself ’cause I am done. I refuse to lose so now I have won.