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I don't understand why being the last choice is so painful. To know there is always someone better is tearing my soul apart. What happened to me being special? I guess you lied just like everyone else. Truth is, I don't give a **** I can't. Because the more I care the more it hurts, and I can't take another hit.
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Nov 3, 2015
Nov 3, 2015 at 6:23 PM UTC
Last Choice
I don't understand why being the last choice is so painful. To know there is always someone better is tearing my soul apart. What happened to me being special? I guess you lied just like everyone else. Truth is, I don't give a **** I can't. Because the more I care the more it hurts, and I can't take another hit.
Wow, life is hard. Something to write about, I guess.
danielle-barlow
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Nov 3, 2015
Nov 3, 2015 at 6:23 PM UTC
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