Without a Poem
Wednesday, December 2, 2015
Jealousy
Jealousy
Jealousy
it seems to come over me
whenever I am pleased with myself
A beautiful day
let's go out and play
but no, no
it could be better
you could be better
it all could be better
so why even try?
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