Friendship
If this is friendship,
I don't want it.
Broken pieces of glass.
Emotions taped together.
Secrets stolen.
If this was friendship,
let me be the one
to help
fix the glass,
carry the emotions,
and put away those secrets.
No one needs to know.
Shattered.
Torn.
Stolen.
But I want this friendship.
Keep that a secret.
- Asiah Roach
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