I'm sorry
sometimes, I get jealous thinking that
someone else could make you happier than I could.
I guess its my insecutities acting up. Because I know
i'm not the prettiest, smartest or most fun and exciting.
But I do know that no matter how hard and long you look;
you'll never find somebody that loves you like I do.

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