I`m sorry.
Sometimes, I get a jealous thinking that someone else
could make you happier than I could.
I guess it`s my insecurities acting up.
Because I know that I`m not the prettiest, smartest, or most fun and exiting.
But, I do know that no matter how hard and long you look;
You`ll never find somebody that loves you like I do.
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