Somehow...
Somehow, I know she will always win.
She will always get the guy, She will always be the most beautiful.
She will always be smarter, faster, more confident than I could ever dream to be.
Somehow, I know I will always lose to her.
Somehow, I know, I will never -ever- be as good as her.
Somehow, never good enough.
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