I will lose them
I never thought but,
They always thought.
I don't like it but,
They do love it.
They made me bad,
But i never make they mad.
I have what they want,
I never want what they have.
We are friends forever,
and ever.
Why they stopped by feeling
They can't gain anything.
Jealousing is what we think,
And those things will come to us.
Jealousing is the being of end
And pain.
They always thought.
I don't like it but,
They do love it.
They made me bad,
But i never make they mad.
I have what they want,
I never want what they have.
We are friends forever,
and ever.
Why they stopped by feeling
They can't gain anything.
Jealousing is what we think,
And those things will come to us.
Jealousing is the being of end
And pain.
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