Broken: When

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I'm jealous,
I'm hurt.
But what can I do?
I'm not in the yours.

You admire her;
Made your world by her.
And all I can do-
Is wish that I'll be her.

When will it be me?
You'll kiss and cherish?
When will it be me?
You'll hold until we're cold?

-roseesesch

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