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I remember us
Sitting in my car, coming home
We’d stopped at the lights
I remember you telling me how you didn’t like it
When people simply got handed things in life
“They don’t know what it’s like,” you said.
“They don’t know what it’s like to earn something yourself,” you said.
I remember agreeing,
thinking,
how lucky those people were
And yet,
You chose her—

She’s never been told no in her life.