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guys mostly always pick the prettiest, not the nicest or the kindest.
the gold diggers get the guys.
Submitted:Dec 18, 2011 Reads: 11 Comments: 3 Likes: 4
why am i never good enough
why am i always second choice
like a silver or bronze medal
the bitches get the victory
while leaving the honeys to decay
no-one ever wants us
we are the ones left to fray
we may not be the prettiest
or have the perfect body
but adleast if you hand us your heart
we wont let it fall
so go ahead and choose another
dont take my words into account
but when you fall remember what i said
about the ones that let you down
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