It's their love that grew shallow for me.
Envy became their love for me.
People auditioned for actresses.
My heart was big; money was the scale for it.
I chased, hoping it would all still—
and all was here, written, felt,
but not forgotten.
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Author:
Samuel Potsane (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: September 6th, 2026 16:11
- Comment from author about the poem: Have money you will feel my words, see why I'm not explaining it.
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