I thought
I was okay and happy
Being i n d e p e n d e n t
But
Every time I
Actually have H O P E
Everything 
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To 
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Right in front of me
Before even being put
Into place
I'm always
A second choice
Cared about
Just a little 
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Always
The shoulder
To cry on
I'm tired
Of never being
On the top of someone's list
How I'm never
Good enough
Even for M Y S E L F
And it hurts
More than I thought it would
There's always
Someone prettier
Better
Skinnier
S t r o n g e r
Than me
But I can
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Much higher
Than that
I can keep going
Much farther than them
These eyes have witnessed more
Than theirs ever will
They don't and won't understand
What it means
To have a b r  o k e n  
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And to have nobody
To 
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It all b a c k
Together