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Jealousy
Pure and true
Surging through my veins
When I think about her with you

Annoyance
Anger and pain
Making me hurt
When I picture my ideals

Nothing will ever be right
Everything has changed
After that eventful evening
All that we knew was lost

Please tell me what you think

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