best of me

By wydTeddy

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fin: him
fin: home
fin: numbers and clovers
fin: haunt
fin: know
fin: TOTGA
fin: voices
fin: felt
fin: tides
fin: differently
fin: 夢
fin: again
fin: sure
fin: drug
fin: if
fin: good goodbyes
fin: splits
fin: cruel
fin: a wedding and a funeral
fin: late
fin: truth
fin: once
fin: half
fin: sweet
fin: c'est fini
fin: before
fin: lost
fin: peace
fin: change
fin: ただいま
fin: fictional
fin: enough
fin: share
fin: hey
fin: love
fin: responsible
fin: wait
fin: presque
fin: hows
fin: forgot
fin: empty
fin: return to sender

fin: last

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By wydTeddy




I'm told that we are supposed to be race or somehow compete to be the first. I'm told that achieving that status would be a tremendous title. But is it so? Does being the so called first, is something that is worth bragging about? I had done so much to become the first, to be amongst the best but I had always come up short. No matter how much time and effort I put through, it's as though Fate itself does not allow that to happen. What a cruel game to be played on someone who has never been strong. To do the bidding of a master that I had never agreed to serve. But for once, I am glad that I wasn't the first, second, third and so forth. For once, I am happy and grateful that I became the last one. The last one to love you. It does not matter if I am the last resort or the final option, as long as I'm the last one you'd love I would trade it for anything. For I'm the last one to share such beautiful moments together with you. For every past lovers you've once had, looked in envy of us, for what they had but could never keep. For I am the last one you will ever love.

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