We sit.
Matching bands on our wrists.
In turn we snap.
And look at eachother,
wondering why the other,
did the same.
YOU ARE READING
Nobody Was Meant to See
Poetry[Trigger Warning, please be safe when reading] They aren't supposed to know. They aren't meant to read these poems that I'm writing. I've concealed them for a reason. -Shitty poems about how I feel-
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We sit.
Matching bands on our wrists.
In turn we snap.
And look at eachother,
wondering why the other,
did the same.
