she rolls her eyes
and whispers to the girl next to her
about some fucking word i said
because it sounds remotely close
to something she thinks
she ownsbut she doesn't know me
so i carry on
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ampersand
Poetrya collection of trash poetry from a girl who tries to treat people with kindness although many have been unkind to her
carry on
she rolls her eyes
and whispers to the girl next to her
about some fucking word i said
because it sounds remotely close
to something she thinks
she ownsbut she doesn't know me
so i carry on