I don't hate you.
It'd be easier - it'd all be easier - if I did. But I don't.
I envy you.
Your vulnerability. Your honesty.
The way you throw caution into the wind
Living one life and today like it's the last.
The way you take what you want.
It doesn't quite seem fair that what I want doesn't matter most of the time.
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