Yuki's Diary

When I look at the girls
In the magazines
Who are much prettier than I am
(Not as pretty as her, though)
When I look at them
I don't feel anything that isn't my own

But when I look at her, I feel
Sad and wistful and
The kind of lonely when you're out in the snow
And you think there can't be anyone left in the world but you
That way
But I'm indoors, and warm, so
It must belong to her
Mustn't it?

Or maybe to him

I want to understand
What he understands
About what it is to feel
This way.

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