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when 1st chews you up and spits you at me, ill be waiting with open arms and a closed heart. "Its worth it" she says and second place never felt so good. Am i a product of an open wound that wont leave a scar? Or am i a scar waiting to happen? Sticks and stones break bones and lust breaks everything else. I hate hearing myself but you're louder; thanks. Come closer with caution and walk away when ready, who ever takes a chance on second best? When im ready, will you? When you're done, will i end this nonsense? Probably because who ever said this is second best?