Feb 28Liked by Ash Raymond James

It is going to be ok . . .

She whispered to her old self

She hyped to her future self in disbelief

He claimed from the permanent friend zone, his arm around her naked waist

Another let float into her ear, just before he disappeared

He assured between breaths, a failed attempt in the chaos

They said with fingers crossed behind their backs

They hissed with the malice of manipulation

The elder boasted through grinned teeth

Her best friend typed over and over

The kid encouraged with a hug and absence of any doubt

She repeats now until she can almost, maybe, sometimes believe it

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