A Mixture Of Jealousy, Anxiety, And Depression

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You're upset.

And I know you're not going to tell me why.

I tell you I'm always here for you,

but I don't think you believe me.

I try to help,

but I don't always know how.

I feel like a bother.

You might not tell me anything,

but I know you'll tell her.

Because she knows more than I.

She's been there longer than I.

She knows you better.

You trust her more.

I'm just afraid you'll leave me,

for her.

Because she's better.

More understanding.

More helpful.

Maybe I'm just jealous...

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