I am that other girl,
the slut that flirted with your boyfriend,
the whore that your boyfriend kissed.

I am that other girl,
the one who fell in love,
for the same reasons as you did.

I am that other girl,
you detest for stealing him away,
for causing him to fumble.

I am that other girl,
who is on the outside,
and will never be the girl.

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