It's hard smiling while you are sad. Having to pretend that you are glad.
I promise with all my might, that I am happy for you.
I swear to god, and I mean it truly. Seeing you succeed makes me so proud of you.
But what hurts me the most is knowing that we are competing silently.
It hurts me the most when I know inside my heart that I am losing to you.
It hurts me the most when I know that I should be happy for you.
And I am.
I truly am.
But I am sad.
It breaks me to see you grow and shine, while I stay behind you so dull.
But what hurts me the most is that we're so close, yet I'm failing to grow with you.
and I'm sorry for that.
I'm sorry my love for failing you.
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Words From The Heart
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