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It is not fair, it is not just,
That you have things that I don't!

Do I suffer with envy and jealousy,
Coiling like a noose in my chest?

Or do I strive to improve myself?
Or do I accept you as you are,
Or love me for who I am?

Should I detest our differing destinies,
Or must I strive to enhance my stance?

Should I seek your praise or scorn,
Or must I be happy and calm?

I think I am the master of my fate,
Loving myself for who I am...?

But who am I, but a reflection of you,
A mirror of your virtues and flaws?

Admire or abhor?
Accept you, as you are,
Or love myself for who I am?

Wait—what makes you luckier?
When life's a gamble of cards and chance?

Should I grieve your destiny or mine,
Or must I strive to move my groove?

You are the image of my soul,
Reflecting light and dark.

Should I admire your charm or… loathe your faults,
Or must I cherish you as you are?

I should be the master of my fate,
Loving myself for who I am.

Should I seek your praise or scorn,
Or must I be happy and calm?

Your world stretches like a sun-drenched meadow,
While mine feels like a cramped, dimly lit room.
While I grasp a mere crumb,
Scales teetering, balance trembling.

Do I wallow in spite and self-pity?

Do I envy you, my perceived foe?
Blame the hand I'm dealt,
Crave your approval, loathe your scorn?

You have the sun, I have the moon,
This disparity throws me into a state of…
Despair threatening to swallow me whole,
Pulling me into its icy depths.

Envy you as a formidable adversary?

Chase your allure of glory or scandalous shame,
Curse your lot or perhaps my name,
Crave your radiant smile or icy chill frown?

What makes you luckier than me?
Life's a gamble of destiny and decree,
Drown in green-eyed sorrow?

I Should, I SHould, I SHOULD… I Must, I MUst, I MUST…

…Perhaps…

Just Do!

Navigate my inner world,
Chart my own course, set sail,
Embrace my authentic self.

Today, I choose to cherish us both for who we are.
Towards a future yet unwritten.
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