I was not thinking clearly about anything.
I mean, I was just angry!
It was not jealousy.
I saw her in my dream,
screaming and yelling at me.
“Please”, she cried.
It is not jealousy;
I am way better than that,
Or so I thought.
But that would not explain the stained shirt.
Maybe it is jealousy.
What can I say?
I was not thinking clearly about anything.
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