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Dec 2018
you’re at your job
talking to a girl
a girl who used to be me
she smiles
laughs at your stupid jokes
puts up with you lame humor
and she friend zones you
you tell her about the girl across the coffee shop
who broke your heart
when really you broke hers
into so many pieces
that when she tries to pick them up
she cuts her hands
she bleeds
because of you
the girl has no idea
what she’s gotten herself into
you will destroy her
like you did me
Jenn
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Jenn  23/F/Woodstock
(23/F/Woodstock)   
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