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Jealousy

Jealousy finally persuades her victims, Making them resort to the evilest deeds No good words or plausible maxims Will uproot jealousy’s dangerous weeds. Once planted in the cold weakened heart They mature as suspicions and doubt, Raising a strong impenetrable rampart Until deeds of hatred flesh them out.
Written October 9, 2021

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Date: 10/11/2021 10:49:00 AM
"suspicions and doubts" - sadly things some people incorporate in their lives readily.
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L Milton Hankins
Date: 10/11/2021 7:11:00 PM
Yes they do. I don't think I have ever really been jealous, or had a reason to be.

Book: Shattered Sighs