I don't get jealous. There's no point in it.
I feel hurt. Over someone who likes someone else.
Over someone who won't return my feelings.
Over someone who can't return my feelings.
Over someone I should let go of.
I don't feel jealous. I'm hurt.
A wounded animal who hurt its paw.
I'm not jealous. That is a fact.
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