Risky

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I pull up my drafts at the end of class,

36 of them.

Thoughts to beyond to share.

Thoughts that I would get flooded with "are you okay?"

"Can I see?"  Fairy asked, peeking at my screen

"Of course." I smile.

Because I trust her.

I filter through them,

Show her harmonica

But what would happen if my finger slipped?

And everything revealed.

Nobody would look at me the same.

Ever.

Maybe I should delete it all, 

It's too risky.

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