mood swings,
kind of mired in
a circular prophecy
she keeps repeating.
silent in spurts,
frozen when alarmed but
then bursts in and says:
“are you fucking
watching me?”
like we’ve been talking
all this time.

and I haven’t even
spoken to her
or interacted with
her in months

but were you watching her?

i mean yeah.

“how guys save me in their phone #11”

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