The man with the nicer car.
Why does he deserve it?
I hate him. Jealousy.
The boss who makes bad calls.
Why does she deserve it?
I hate her. Jealousy.
I’m a good person.
Why do I hate so much?
I hate me. Jealousy.
It will consume me,
I must send it away.
Leave me, jealousy.
Many have more,
but I have enough,
I let go, of jealousy.
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