I don't want to be her because she's beautiful. I don't want to be her because I'm nothing close to as extroardinary as she is. I want to be her merely because it's her name he whispers as he sleeps, and it is she who all of his kisses are for. It is she who gets to hold his hand and dominate every thought that runs through his mind. I want to be her, just so he'd love me the way he once did.
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