I'd go to the end of the world for you, but I don't think you'd even notice when I got there. Why would I expect you to when you have so much more to choose from? You'd think I'd be used to being second best by now. To being overlooked. Forgotten. You'd think my heart would stop breaking each time I'm reminded of it. I'm a fool for thinking things would ever be different. I'm a fool for thinking that, for once, someone could possibly love me.
Who could love a hideous, ugly beast?
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