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Jealousy
I contracted a disease called jealousy, the physician said I got symptoms of neurotic insecurity, caused by deadly venom in my brain, poison more deadly than a mad-dog's tooth, I possessed by a mad devil and a dull spirit at the same time. I find myself in a love competition surgery, Roadmap to where I feel unloved, I develop more self-love than love, full with hateful thoughts to languish and to pine, I fall deeply into the fear and apprehension of superiority. I felt like having a kind of civil war in my soul, driven by low self-esteem; and extremely difficult emotion to shake off, I quickly slip to jealousy and even hatred, The surgeon said I poisons my own banquet, and then eats it up. The damning tho't stuck in my throat and cut me like a knife, the amber sweet of love and respect turns into gall I fall into the injured lover's hell – Jealousy I took the gun and shoot my selves on the forehead, End–up in a grave of affection and jaundice of my soul.
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