Im a depressing person,
how could i not think of anything,
anything to say to him,
sexual harassment?
oh. enthralling.
We used to be friends,
he says we still are,
how come the times we do talk,
are fake?
ant yet,
the glimpses of friendship,
leave me in want of more
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