I'm sick of being second.
Second best.
Second winner.
Second favorite.
The second person to everyone's first.
The backup if everything else goes wrong.
For once I want to be someone's first choice. The person they'd pick in any situation no matter what.
But I'm always second. Not good enough for first, tossed to the back of the line, just for convenience I'm allowed to stick around.
Second.
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