The green eye monsters
Galloping hard in the jilted lovers
Once they have lost control
The red line will be bridged
In their minds only thinking of one way
If they can't get their lovers nobody will
Until their lusts are satisfied in their crooked minds
By then the sad stories will be told many times
If my village years
The old timers would say
“There are many fishes in the pond
You can lose one but don't cry over it”
Out in the society
There are many to be had and pursued
Don't narrow down to a one way street
It will never help in the long run of it
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