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Oh,

Jealousy.

Oh,

Jealousy.

I don’t know whats worse

the similarities

or

the differences.

The stacking up

but never adding up.

Being good,

but just not good enough.

It starts out ever so small,

a nagging feeling,

pulling at the heart strings in my chest,

and then I give in…

and it spirals…

until I am in a whirlwind of your old memories,

with all these striking similarities

and

differences.

Maybe it means something

or maybe it means nothing.

Oh, thats the problem with jealousy.