Dear John, I seethat the green eyed monster.
Is raising its' ugly head once again.
That is such a shame, because I was told
Recently, that you'd finally changed your ways.
Why can't you just relax and simply be,
Instead of being bitter and constantly
Looking over your shoulder? You should live
Your own life, and be content. What's wrong with that?
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