believe me.
it's hard.
it's really hard.
I thought I had a place.
I thought I held a part.
I thought I was "in".
but I don't make a difference.
because, without me, nothing changed.
it's so hard to see
all your friends leaving without you.
it's so hard to hear
about the things they do without you.
it's so hard to know
that they're just fine without you.
I hate it.
I want to have a place.
I want to hold a part.
I want to be "in".
because it makes a difference
to me.
because everything changes
in me.
I miss them.
but I don't know if they miss me.
and that's the hardest thing.
-I'm getting the no-musical blues, that's all.-
<|3 = brittany
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