- she.

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endlessly,
i wished
i longed to be her.
she always seemed so much greater
she always seemed so much prettier
she always seemed so much more talented
what i had, she had it better.
what i did, she always did it better.
while she was complimented,
i was being dragged down by such awful comments.
i wish upon a star,
just to live like her.
even if it's for one day.
or even an hour.

— sincerely, sofia.

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