alongside people who do the same. My disdain and jealousy
brought me to change my life, because I know that
sometimes the darkest parts of us can be our teachers in
ways that our sweeter qualities never could.
What makes you say, “Must be nice”? What longing
might your jealousy lead you to, if you’re brave enough to
listen to it before you push it away?
grace
(Grace)
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