I can see the way he looks at her. The way they act together, and I guess even though she knows the way I feel, she gets to have him because he was her's first and I don't really think he ever stopped and who I'm I kidding who would choose me the girl with the many secrets, who wishes she could be someone else, looks like nothing compared to most girls and is nothing in her mind. I somehow keep thinking that there is a chance he likes me too, but then all of that hope is shattered when he looks at her the way I look at him, and that makes me hate him even after all of the love I gave him.
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Small Occurrences in a Little Life
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