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I swear that every word you sing, you wrote them for me

Like it was a private show, but I know you never saw me

Could I be the one you talk about in all your stories

Can I be him—

I pressed the off button of this car radio so hard I thought it would break. Many people love the songs they can relate to. They like the songs that speak their heart.

But I don't.

I hate what I feel. I hate that I feel jealous, envious, and hurt.

I hate that I'm never enough.

It was all about him. The happy boy. The loving boy. The best son.

I'll never be enough.

I parked the old car under the shade of a pine tree. Autumn leaves are making their noise under my feet as I paved my way.

Step

Step

Step

Then the crumpling noise was silenced as my steps halted.

Her dirty blonde hair flew along the autumn breeze and her beauty was so enticing. Her smile was so inviting.

As if it says, come.

But... it was the saddest smile I've ever seen.

She left but left something behind.

Dearest boy in heaven...

It was for him. Again. I should've known.

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