our lives, we take notes.
this one
is better off, than I.
but she's ill,
and look
at the car he drives,
how it chugs down
the road
with smoke trailing
behind.
how do they
afford such a home.
the trips
to France,
to places unknown.
that one went to a better
school.
she's prettier
than i'll ever be, he's
smarter,
but shorter,
too bad for him.
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