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Apr 2020
I sit on an island
In the middle of an ocean of equations
The island is sinking in the water
With nowhere to go
The tiniest island
With the worst person I know
It's awkward as hell
I will soon become desperate
To get away from him
So I stay away
The tiniest island
With the worst person I know
The waves become stronger
The waves become aggressive
He is approaching there's no where to hide
If I say the wrong thing
Or even look his way
He'll surely make me feel bad
OJ
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OJ  16/Bigender/Chicago
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