theothergirl
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There is no denying it, she was first
I imagine her next to you, your arm wrapped around her
As it had once been wrapped around me
Sometimes I wish I were a less kind soul
You killed my confidence and left me crawling—
Not that I was old enough to know before
That it’s okay to love myself and someone else
At the same time with nothing to be sorry for.
