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Apr 2010
this jealousy streak is eating me by the bit.

With a gentle tug at my heart.

I feel the emotion, but I don't know were to start

The women at my work always getting flowers, I steal one or two when they aren't there.

People who don't have work, able to lunch for hours.

women on facebook with pretty faces, pretty bodies saying every joke that is a hit.

while I come home looking like ****.

where did this monster seep from?

I was over such things a few years ago.

I feel like a troll under a bridge when I have such stupid thoughts.

People praise my brain and I am ruining it, worried about outside existence.

I suppose this is a human feeling.

I am not used to such an ordinary dealing.
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kali ma
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