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Jun 2014
I am so jealous
jealous* of everybody
everybody who's close to you
you who are far away
away from where I am living
living without loving,
loving without hoping,
hoping without knowing
knowing how this will end
end, if there is one.
Each new line begins with last line's last word. That's it.
Maria Imran
Written by
Maria Imran  22/F
(22/F)   
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