I envied her because it was free
I suddenly looked down at myself and saw ….
It all
The sadness the tiMe the 0 effort the madness of my actions
How hard i made it seem
To energise my life
How easy she made it seem to live life to the full
I couldn't possibly relate to the scale of things shes done to help herself succeed
But consistency is one of them
She has been consistent
I have also been consistent
The broken kind however
Consistently opening up the wounds
Leaving them raw
Leaving them salted
Watching
My hands tied
But thats how they are when i do what i do
I wondered her age
But one can assume it doesnt really matter
Similarity
Is the key
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