I'm not just a trophy,
or a friend, indeed.
I'm more than once thought,
and mostly in need.
My ego is fragile;
I think what I'm told.
I break instead of bend,
crumble instead of fold.
I'm not a strong one, dear,
not nearly what you thought.
I'm just so afraid you'll be
disappointed in what you've got.
'Cause every time you look at me,
I imagine I'm someone different.
(It was obvious in
every message you've sent.)
So tell me, dear,
how can I compete?
All the things I've heard
say it isn't a plausible feat.
Please tell me what you think
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this is really good bobbie. i like it. you dont have to compete you better than every one lol jk. good job. your an amazing writer.
jessi
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