Envy.
Envy.
Envy.
Envy.
and envy.
my heart ache when I see all of them playing PS3 football,
and I don't get to play along and laugh along with them.
my heart ache when I meet up with them at the old place,
and I've no longer understand what are they talking about.
they've move on.
But I can't...
I have a heavy heart :(
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