A voice, whispered to my ear,
Something good requested,
sounding good for itself, but it refused to accept.
Trying to care it as a joke,
unfortunate,
It's not that simple.
The voice,
It hurts a feeble heart of a feeble man,
feel like a thousand needles cramping into it,
Barely able to breathe,
Somehow it feels different,
Is it care?
or,
Is it jealousy?
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