The owner of my heart,
Has no room for compassion,
No time for emotions pure,
Dark and mysterious,
His grip so tight,
As strong as iron bonds,
Swaying my mind,
Decisions even,
Making me twisted and evil,
For he is the owner of my heart,
And he can do as he may wish,
You see,
The owner of my heart,
Is Jealousy,
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