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“Their win is not my loss” tossing, turning, repeating to myself. “Their win is not my loss” but god, that doesn't make it easier. I want what's best for them, but also want greater for me. “Their win is not my loss” —but can’t it all just become mine? Guess green is what I’ll wear— dress in envy, it’s the new black.
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Nov 17, 2025
Nov 17, 2025 at 2:01 PM UTC
“Their win is not my loss”
“Their win is not my loss” tossing, turning, repeating to myself. “Their win is not my loss” but god, that doesn't make it easier. I want what's best for them, but also want greater for me. “Their win is not my loss” —but can’t it all just become mine? Guess green is what I’ll wear— dress in envy, it’s the new black.
I know it’s immature but I can’t help it when I saw people do so great for themselves like good for you but god when is MY TURN
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Nov 17, 2025
Nov 17, 2025 at 2:01 PM UTC
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