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Feb 2015
I feel like i'm not any-
one's first choice. Neither their
favorite.

Even if people tell me i'm
important to them or i mean
a lot to them, i know there's
always someone they prefer
to be with. Someone they
choose over me.
And that hurts.

                                                         ­     A lot.
innerthoughtsofiss
Written by
innerthoughtsofiss  South Africa
(South Africa)   
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