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Aug 2020
You pretend not to know me
In front of him
Like you didn’t come over at 2am
And we didn’t spend hours talking and cuddling
And you didn’t plant a row of kisses on my shoulder
Or scratched my back until I fell asleep

Is that all I am to you?
A secret you’ll carry with you to your grave?
Lauren Johnson
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Lauren Johnson  20/F
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