Green irises remain fixated in a state of obscene envy. Glassy and glaring, they stare motionless and resentful. Absorbing the coveted details they'll never see when they look at themselves.
Green irises remain fixated in a state of obscene envy. Glassy and glaring, they stare motionless and resentful. Absorbing the coveted details they'll never see when they look at themselves.
AO Poetry 
It is fantastic.
Good day btw,
I hope you don’t mind that I followed your blog,
I found interesting you talking about Borderline Syndrome.
Please have a serene day and night, both 🌻🌟
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Thank you!! No I appreciate it! Borderline is a recurring topic of mine 🙂
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Thank you so much! Yes I know that feeling well
I wish you have a great weekend 🪻🪻
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The grass is always greener… as they say. I find it interesting, though, that always staring in envy creates the self-fulfilling prophecy as you can’t work on yourself or your situation if you spend all your time watching others. And if you DO look away to look into the mirror, all you see is self-hatred and the missing things. No solution ever comes.
Great piece!
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Yes! Exactly! Sometimes the jealousy makes you strive to try to compare, until you realize that some things are just never possible.
Thank you Tara 🖤🖤🖤
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Such a lonely state… but blind to it…!
🇯🇲🏖️
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🖤🖤🖤
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