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The Display

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I wish I was her.
With her long dark hair.
All the girls envy her,
All the boys stare.
I wish I was something to look at,
Not just simple, and plain.
I wish I was beautiful,
Instead of just the same, old refrain.
She's everything that I'll never be.
Beautiful,
That's not me.
I guess I'm sort of pretty,
In my on kind of way.
But I'll never be beautiful,
Like her, the display.





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