My eyes aren't green
I just feel that I need
Some sort of, everything
I want what you have,
And I need what you need,
That may be the truth but,
I wouldn't call it jealousy.
I'd call it something else
With a better ring,
I just wish I could have it all.
Don't call me a monster,
Because that's not who I am
I just simply want to have everything I can.
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Thoughts
PoetryIdeas, thoughts, guides, suggestions, sheer nonsense and randomness of my bad (but sometimes good) brain. This book will never be completed because I will never stop thinking.
