jealousy is as cruel as the grave
piercing to the crippled soul
separates you from life's sea
a spring of sorrow
in that depression have bee my sanctuary
in there the grey side of me is the safe side
i'm living in hollowed things
no sense a great waste
grief had been my heart's countenance
memoirs became cure
look beyond my misery
laugh over pain
the heart brats in anguish
emotions of mist
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lei! win over jealousy. right now. i mean it.
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