Second best
Second best
You know what the problem is ?
The problem is that no-one will ever
love me or want me as much as I want them.
And it hurts. It hurts to be always second best,
to be always the ugly one. I have a great life,
but sometimes when I'm alone and it's late, the music hits me and I wish that I could be more
beautiful, more desirable. I just wish someone
could love me as much as I love him.
~a girl who has hope but sometimes just no enough.
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