A feeling he could not feel,
something that he knew burned inside of him,
it was something that would eat away his happiness.
This feeling ripped him, like crumpled paper soaked in water,
he was fragile and limp, his body was numb.
The water that soaked the paper, was once as warm as the smile of his lover and the sun,
had now turned cold with jealousy,
it slowly soaked into the paper, like the fallen leaves on a rainy day.
However, his paper wasn't soaked in water,
it was soaked in tears.
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