friend group B
i can see it
in the eyes
through the lens
through the wall
in the door
then out
where you want
me to be
and its nowhere
you like
is it
you wish i was someone else
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poetry
Poetrypoetry with no rhyme or rain most of these r rlly old and embarrassing but im keeping them for the lore
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friend group B
i can see it
in the eyes
through the lens
through the wall
in the door
then out
where you want
me to be
and its nowhere
you like
is it
you wish i was someone else
