| What can I say,
Why I should spoil
Your joy,
Your happiness?
We both knew this fate -
I knew, I know,
Yet I wish for something else,
Something for me.
I grab harder
But my dreams become sand -
Flowing, slipping, escaping me,
Crumbling this Emerald City.
I feel joy
I feel jealousy
I feel life being fulfilled
I am empty.
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