by Sofia

The green-eyed monster is released from inside,
eating at me after the one, the perfect one.
Her long golden locks and bright blue eyes,
I look like death standing next to her.
Everyday I long to be like her
I cry myself to sleep and I fail to be,
the perfect one.

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