The beauty of hers
Her smile
Her waist
Her hair
I envied
But i still loved her
But jealousy was something
That needed to be hidden.
Somethings are better left unknown
And my jealousy is one of those things
Envy☆'°
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Poetrypoems about the 7 deadly sins and the 5 stages of grief (+ emotions.)
