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Apr 2021
While she giggles and prances,
He’s making me anxious.

She’s the Heather
Just call me the whatever.

I’m wearing his hoodie,
The one he gave to me.

Slowly sniffing the sleeve,
Wiping my cheek.

Never once did I think:
Perhaps I’m just lonely.
Just a draft. Made this in like a minute so makes no sense at all :/
Remy
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