Year for a week

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                                                                              I hate this but fuck it 

I waited for a year for a week. I wanted her for a year but got her for a week. 

My envy lingered for a year and it was satisfied for a week when she said she loved another, my happiness formed back into envy. 

What does the other have that I don't? Is it my ratty hair or my shakiness? Is it my issues or my tears? I thought I was equal to the other but I guess not...   

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