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11/04-Second Fiddle
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November 2004 11-15-04
4:01 am
I am sick to death of being the second fiddle.
In every aspect of my life I am in second place.
I just want to be someone’s most important.
I just want to be the one thing that they think about.
I just want to be all that matters in their world.
I just want to be all that they care about.
I just want to be that one thing.
I just want to be.
But I am not.
And I will never be.
No one will ever care.
No one will ever know.
No one will ever believe in me.
And no one will ever know my pain.
And I just have to get used to that.
