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Feb 2018
Supposedly,
I was wrought
with jealousy.

Justifying,
allegedly,
believing
that it was
owed to me,

cause I was better,
kinder, smarter
working harder
to prove my love.

In reflection
I refuse to admit it,
I’d prefer
just to forget it,

but supposedly
I am to smart
to fool myself.
Graff1980
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Graff1980  39/M/Litchfield Illinois
(39/M/Litchfield Illinois)   
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