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Grudge
A Poisonous growth, a grudge to hold, buried deep inside.
Lays there slowly festering, the darkest corners of your mind.
I have on good authority you think people favour me.
Riddled is your blood, such deep rooted jealousy.
You say that you have no one, but there’s people all around. And so you’re infecting others with the insanity you’ve found.
Learn to be at peace, with what you have and who you are, because the ones who had no malice, you’ve pushed them long a-far.
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Sam Jacobs
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