Second
Second
A smile plastered on her face, a gentle but cheering voice coming out of her mouth. Oh the people think she has it all. The perfect little life. Nothing to worry about and everthing she wants. But what are they wrong, so wrong. She struggels everyday with her own mind. She relates to sad music and cries a lot more then she wants to admit. She is so scared of losing someone she loves. But on the otherside she is more scared then ever to let new people in. Cause the most will leave her wit a broken heart. No love left for her while she is craving for it. She want to be loved, to be in someones arms and to be someones nummer one. But I guess I just always be a second.
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