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Just once in my life.

That’s all I ask.

I want to be good enough for someone just once in my life.

Why is there always someone better than me right around the fucking corner?

Why am I so easy to cast aside?

Why am I so replaceable?

I’m the shitty $10 MP3 player everyone gets from Grandma while they’re saving up for their new iPod.

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