help?

Second best is a bitch

when you know you're not

crazy like she is

or fucked up and

rude or 

carrying baggage that

won't fit in the hummer

much less the private jet but

why do I feel 

like i need to prove myself

everytime they hang out

like

i'm not good enough or

like i'll be abandonned

or

loss will rip me in half as

my best friend is gone again

lost to me

loving her more when

i'm nothing but supportive

and she's nothing but pain?

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