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When I think of her, I think of you.
I know I'll never have her. She's a wild horse and you've tamed her. Congrats. I'm proud of you. I really am. I used to resent you for the fact that she would choose you over me. But now I see that I'm the stupid one For I've been killing destiny. Why should I hate you for loving a girl who won't love back? Isn't that exactly what I'm doing? If I can't love her as a lover, maybe I can still love her as a friend. Teach me your ways, O mighty Buddha. Let me walk in your stead. Maybe someday, Somehow, Someway, Someone will follow me instead.
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