He was looking at me.
I don’t mind.
But I’m still mad.
We aren’t together.
So he shouldn’t look down there.
He thinks different.
He holds my hand.
Like we’re a normal couple.
But were not a couple.
And I’m not normal.
I don’t say anything.
I just let him hold it.
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Crossed Fingers
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