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shaking,
whimpering.
silent sobs don't echo.

crying in the corner,
comforted by none.

another girl too,
crying in the next stall.
but her friends are there to support.

yet, i am not jealous.
for i have just learnt the truth.

short poetry || riley blackWhere stories live. Discover now