Feels~

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She hates having to be an option!
A second choice!
She always ends up that way, even when She doesn’t expect it.
It hurts real bad, to be taken as a second choice, they won’t care how much she feels having to be a second choice.
Treated like crap. That hurts.
Spoken to when they feel like. That hurts even more.
She wants someone to see her and be like ‘damn that’s a fine piece of meat I don’t ever wanna let go’ but NO everyone sees her as the damn empty plate that needs to be thrown into the trash truck!
That’s not fair, she figured life ain’t fair itself.
Cus you think there’s alot you could gain from her, you decide to lie that you want her meanwhile you don’t!
You make her come over and show much attention to her friends or any other chick that’s not fair. It hurts alot.
And you know the funniest part? Nobody is gon know how she feels nor see this. ✨✨

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