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Second After Everyone Else.

Contributed by His_Infernal_Majesty on Thursday, 18th May 2006 @ 04:43:33 PM in AEST
Topic: selfstruggles

The second choice, second rated guy I am.
What a joke. I hate my life.
The **** up’s, past out on the floor on coke.
Getting everything.
Second Choice in everything I do.
******* hate my life no one has a clue.
Winner takes all, Second lives with the consequence.
Of knowing they weren’t good enough.
Second place such a disgrace.. Second choice , second quality of life.
Second best, I might as well have been worst.
Never First, Always the one being push around.
Sick of my life, Sick of the pain, sick of nothing ever going my way.
Sick of whining, cause nothing changed.
I’ve always been just second best.
Even to ******* stoners, with there escapist view on life.
Couldn’t give a **** about anyone but themselves.
Still somehow I fall behind. And now I give up on this cruel, harsh life.
If I wasn’t such a coward, I’d commit suicide. But I’m yellow.
I hate this world so much, and yet I haven’t got the guts to leave.

Copyright Â© His_Infernal_Majesty ... [ 2006-05-18 16:43:33]
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Re: Second After Everyone Else. (User Rating: 1 )
by Lo2681 on Friday, 19th May 2006 @ 02:45:45 AM AEST
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ok first off this was kinda hard for me to read. Not because of the language thing but to hear u say u were passed out on coke. a friendship of mine just ended with someone i really cared about and had feelings for because they felt the same way that u do.... almost exactly as u ironicly enough. I felt like i was talking to him. You are an amazing writter. Not really second best at that i dont think. so keep ur head up. there is a person out there that u aren't second best to. and they are watching u waste away. do it for urself but if u cant do it for them:)

~Lo

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