Thursday, May 5
on the 174
on the 174,
i sit behind you.
you don't know who i am,
but that is expected.
you glance backwards at me -
you've seen this girl before.
my face is vaguely familiar,
like a distant, barely-there memory.
but you don't recognise the uniform,
and you gloss over the face above it.
i stare at the back of your head and wonder if
my seniors did that too.
yours truly
9:04 PM
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