Problem

Problem

By Allie Marie


I think we have a problem.

It shakes us like an incurable disease.

It spreads like the plague.

I’d say I’m immune,

but I don’t know if I am anymore.

I don’t want any part of it.

I’m stuck.

Jealousy is a strand so lethal.

To misunderstand

twists into some kind of side effect.

We’re left with the biggest decision of our lives

to struggle for the cure

or become part of the disease.

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