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Jul 2014
I hate you,
thus I hate your success,
while I hope for you to drown,
you merely float.
While I hope for you to be struck by lightning,
you only walk through the rain,
as I watch you and hope you trip and fall,
you leap and bound.
Meanwhile,
I lay here soaking wet,
where I fell into a puddle,
about to drown,
only to die by lightning.
MST
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MST  Leipzig
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