resentment—
i'm starting to feel envious.
of other's happiness.
how they got
that far.
i'm jealous.
very jealous.
i want to be
like that too.
to be free and careless.
but i know even
if i try to
forget about my
worries.
in one moment, all of
it willcome rushing in.
drowning me.
eventually.
killing
me.
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YOU ARE READING
nostalgia ┊❁ཻུ۪۪⸙
Poetryfor you who has found this, for you who has vainly read my dreaded feelings and silent sobs.
