My hand on the back of my head
I like to be your friend, really
But when you said: ,,you know I can talk with you, but I also have friends around"
I was confused.
I thought we were.
But let me wait, till you, scream about him, infront of me.
Even though,
I don't like it,
When my ear pieep.
Copyright © Adna Demiri | Year Posted 2024
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