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Aug 2020
You sent that risky text
Shot your shot as they say
Waited nervously for a reply
But to no avail
An hour passed by and you think
“Maybe he’s busy”
But an hour turns into three
Now you’re sitting alone
In your feelings by your phone
Scrolling social media trying to figure out when he was last active
A bottle in your hand to soothe the pain and embarrassment
Vowing never again
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InvisibleWriter  32/F
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