Last night one of my friends asked if I
was okay I shook my head and silently cried
The next day that same friend again asked if I was okay and I simply just said better
He then looked at my wrist and made
sure I wasn't telling a lie
-Antoinette Hird-
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PoetryThe poems in which I am too scared to tell. All these poems are original.
