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just in time, ten seconds too late. 6:11 p.m. Today I saw you with your fingers wrapped around hers. And I know that you saw me. I know that you heard the edge in my voice when I asked you if you were going out. I know that you saw and heard all of this. And I know that I shouldn't be jealous and shouldn't keep from kissing you because I'm afraid. But I am. We're both girls. And society will hate me for that. I don't know how to not hate myself for that. And to make it worse, I'm ten seconds too late. Just in time to see you with her. |
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