Envy.
While i sit here ina small vast of emptiness of this room.
i lay here in the cosp of insanity,
while the black and white of my mind meld into a subtle grey,
staring out as the wind passes by,
i am overcomed with envy.
A unlimited choice of life without bounds,
no boarders,
unlimited possibilities that sucome to my will
and make it to what i wish,
a lone heart, a hollow shell of what was my former being,
while i sit here -n- stare away in my envious glance
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